seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?