Little Death

Big time seminal reporter Seasons crave the burning of the forest Anger bringing out the lawyers Feeding on the layers of detritus Peeled out, burning rubber tires Cute hex, conjuring reminders For a ravenous ocean For an ocean bent on vice grip pliers Leavin' out the note Steven is the one who likes to know Easy when you let go of the horse Teasing from the one who fell before Steven, are you locked in something else? With the bee's to fly and flock the arctic shelf? In the morning garden of ice Kill something other than your love anyway Gilded albatross Steak through heart And reason