Soft Serve - Mike Doughty

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun

I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk

Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and

Watch the water roll down

Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects

Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check

My Candyland melted down to syrup while I

Watched the water roll down

And here comes the lust in phaze

But you’re down in Marietta

So sweet my mouth was seared

But the words you mouthed were sweeter

My Sister

Your words can be held against you in a court of law

My Sister

You owe no allegiance to the facts

And you’re talking like the saint on the site of the accident

Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent

Ringing like the random call patched to the pay phone

Talking like the water rolls down

Watch the water roll down

And here comes the lust in phaze

But you’re down in Marietta

So sweet my mouth was seared

But the words you mouthed were sweeter

Talking like the saint on the site of the accident

Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President

Ringing like the change in the legless man’s Dixie Cup

Talking like the water rolls down

Watch the water roll down

Day Undone

Day Undone

Day Undone

Watch the water roll down