To each his albatross Or so it seems That fickle in our fast pursuits We run from babe to grave, our boo… Are thin as gruel

They say every sunrise comes again and the mandarin blossoms of the A… But in the marsian haze of this sa… all I seem to see are the red shad… and the echoes of a laugh made dis…

Long flew the carrion crow to find this feat they came over frozen seas pale as winter roses and along the jagged edge of the i…

Here we go Like the dust bowl families that w… Learning to stretch the bread and… And still found gritty smiles for… Here we go again

She laughs in flowers and when I am weary, I think of t… And the sun comes back There is a depth in her raven eyes that makes the ocean seem shallow

In the golden of past autumns Carolina in the fall I have tasted sweet: Maple syrup, thick as amber Straight from the sanguine trees,…

While in Hell I notice the crimson blink of ligh… in the corner of my wine glass and it reminds me of the million e… that litter this unlikely landscap…

Demons feed on me, their beaks dar… but after the dances of pain have… I look upon them with a strange fo… for they have killed what I am not and chewed away the ropes of skin,…

Newton took it all wrong When that apple dropped The same sweet, deadly orb That dug Eve’s grave One sunny day in Paradise

Tread softly my friend for what seems as solid as the oaks familiar trunk or the well packed dirt on this pa… or predictability

In the turn of the storm As the birds race by The dark clouds of confusion seem… And even the silver knife of the s… We squint through the stinging sle…

Beneath the pale of dreary days go… When long the shadows lie upon you… And all the evenings tears have lo… For loves own labor tossed and tor… When all alone at last you wander,…

In the belly of my rebirth I am a journalist of purgatory The smells, the fear, the landscap… is my story and my very life the wager of this…

In the belly of this beast Once past the razor teeth And cruel, empty eyes It is strangely peaceful down here Where all the unwanted, the castaw…

There was a toad with golden wings That landed on my blackened lily p… Maybe it smelled tears Diamonds on my back