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

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

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

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord