when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
