An alligator prints with crocodile tears, too many to count. Permanent head cold dreams, awash in your love, falling in and out. Time is luck, and I wish ours overlapped more, or for longer. Orange leaves, but we're the ones falling off trees. The first time I took the mask off, just had another one on underneath. I'm just melted wax on a birthday cake. Another year fades away, charcoal crushed, pixie fever, angel dust. Stuck in a wasteland we covered in glitter and broadcast just for a little serotonin. Self-sabotage at best, under your spell. But you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. This palace was crystal, but the world was a cruel joke. What is there between us, if not a little annihilation? www.larryweaver.com