Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen

panic is my dance partner and

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

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

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

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…

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

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