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

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

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song