First Night Without Jack
Drought, with running water
Everything right
About this world was
Tethered inside you
How am I supposed to not be morbid now?
It looks like I picked the wrong day to stop missing things
So long, my generous-guru friend
Adios, Bird King
Death is a real dick, at all times
It gets hung up on its own girth and doesn’t
Connect its acts with what it’s doing
Kick it in the nuts for me, brother, sing us one more tune
for Jack Collom
Multiverse Johnson 