A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

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

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

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…

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them