when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

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

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

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