The Iost Queer Of Sunday

brilliant

built discuss us

the God we trust

some peril left to float

burning bridges into the city

it's like a jungle sometime

give to the barren, brilliant & divine

lift high the American queen

we travel left to admire

with words to silence onto the trouble up ahead

we nestled to clamor in the dusk to trip

today we care about where we have been

A quiet travel

twist of the tongue being unraveled

The lost queer on sunday

feelings...

A tough second hand travel

last American idiot