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

i am my own ghost i am haunted

broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…

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…

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

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

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable