time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

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

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…