the mainstream outfit

when rolling for heaven
your bones are the dice
so friend will you buy me some mind?
'coz nobody took me nobody cared
to love such a crumpled-up card as I-
i'm dead out of paper tonight.

I need to see, with some mind- to know
that troubled and intimate glow,
and the feeling to feel the rancour of steel
the anguish that knows that I am what I know
what I see through these lottery eyes.