CheerfulDave BontaFair groundall summer is a fair the more I see the more I rove lane by lane a dance of loose doors thoughts but no fur found in burrows
CheerfulDave BontaSweet talkeramong the things I am live many expressions of love an art with great satisfaction to me and my dog
CheerfulDave BontaStraight shooterthe first morning of my promise not to lie my promise of the child in me I say bring me a gun to wear red locks almost look natural
CheerfulDave BontaHipsterscold as our black clothes our hands reckon and point and all night my left testicle aching
CheerfulDave BontaShamelessI get a prodigious kick out of shame my own hands foul my fingers let me suffer for it a little let me make my own afternoon bed
CheerfulDave BontaSocial kissingthis token kiss is not an open door a hope preserve or sin to us it is fleet home and then off
CheerfulDave BontaIn praise of firewho is against fire besides books it is sand on the back a kiss in the dark nothing but the opinion of a match or a masquerade where antique dresses dance
CheerfulDave BontaHare-braineda hare on the white hill and me at the office which is which I may alter my opinion who is really mad the office squeezing but me out of order
CheerfulDave BontaMatch makerI sing the head of a match that ingenious red tune it merits a good anthem sung to the trumpet o wing of my being sweet evening prayer