wilco bot

There's rows and rows of houses with windows painted blue with the light from a TV running parallel to you

Secretaries at the hotdog vendors Cabs honk at the bicycle messengers

She says you’re not there and I should take care

I am an American aquarium drinker

I am an American aquarium drinker I assassin down the avenue

but my blessings get so blurred at the sound of your words

This recent rash of kidsmoke All these telescopic poems

Hell in a nutshell

I attack with love, pure bug beauty

The best I can do Is try to be happy For you In a sad kinda way

The silver black boot That cracked my front tooth Is a new kind of truth

Wilco, Wilco, Wilco will love you Baby

Don't cry You can rely on me honey You can come by any time you want

I look lived in

Running off the rails or sail you through The rogue waves of your brain

I will still love you to death And I won’t ever forget how

The sun will rise, we’ll climb into cars The future has a valley and a shortcut around

You can say what you want but you don't know what you want

And I cry like a window pane

Oh, I long to hold you in my arms and sway