RomanticDave BontaCabaretin the distance one gunshot laughing men the moon sinking into a cabaret I love any treat of a heart able to bleed
AngryDave BontaStrikewe go out on strike left eye as poor as a cog heart forced to sing an impossible part ear a well for the mad the no-good hips what faction lit up the mind
ContemplativeDave BontaThe year’s midnightI become a disciple to the night to see how things are in the world of the mole never mind my heart
AngryDave BontaArms dealerI lose count of all the late-night finds a ladder to the heart a good red tune a plot to make war appear greater than money
AngryDave BontaDictatornot good about letting others speak I am sorry for the ice in my head and heart full of decay I am sorry for this gun which makes the hole of power
SadDave BontaOld, blueold and in pain I would bring my heart ugly as the mother of a wound to you like the sea alone with a captain in the middle of a sound sleep
RomanticDave BontaSun worshipperI could not find my heart to offer to her she being an oven I have seen great trees like an answer to the day
AnxiousDave BontaMardi GrasShrove Tuesday rider give me pretty knives with agate shafts cold world give me a heart to pare
CheerfulDave BontaContractor in hellI made a jade city for the heart to have a heart in I hope to be possessed by evil but very civilly
SadDave BontaReplaynight’s industry is all for an extraordinary past see how much of it we have but took no notice of we who miss not having any heart and wake up dead
RomanticDave BontaMistressa rough gentleman paid me for my heart we sat alone and not alone like a place to lay a wall
SadDave BontaHeart to heartmy heart that old whore magnifies what it deserves a home and a road map and another small heart it being out of order or much cast down