dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
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
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home