joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

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

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

i am my own ghost i am haunted

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt