Excerpt from 'Captive' performed by Nate Zeigler

I rake the Book of Words
to find one to bring to you
To fold it up in origami
A swan to fly and follow you
After I let you go
On that napkin I wrote my soul
And let it go for you
I am nothing now
Alone in those walls I built for you
And Pray I never find
A napkin stamped
'Return to sender'

I am waiting

I am waiting

Neon Capitalist

Naked, Pussy, glass-eyed
And dancing woman
Rocking soft body in tune
A gaze past the faces of men into a shower of
Crinkled ones
And she smiled slightly in the neon light.