love digs graves all around the world but i used to
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
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
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy