(2014)
Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
