i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
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
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces