for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice