Poem of the Day

Verse Chorus Bridge

Your burned out eyes
and tattered Levi's with stains
of days and cigarette burns call
like a fireline chorus of Les Paul lust.

Love sings in your spit slurs
you slam dance queen
you white line on a pinball machine
you wandering danger.

Distortion stutters Marshall stack
and I want you back
with your e string shrill
and your bass line bump.