American Eagle

When I bought these fucking jeans
I swear they fit my ass
Now I'm on the cliff and this jagged air
is screaming on my damn it
denim like some twisted letter knife
and the perspective is collapsing down
hard and fast
collecting in some chaos chasm shit at the bottom
of my guts
nailing me with nightmares
like nothing never will
they're nailing me with nightmares
like nothing never will

Pencils

Your pencils are boring
holes through the pockets
of my rags
A final version of myself
the smoke after the drag