trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly