Thoughts unravel This road I travel The end I cannot see In turn and twist My mind splits
Note the Look Mark, the Time The Thief; the Crook Charades in pantomime With little Hands passing
My memory bank leaves me filthy ri… even in that often thought of ditc… Loved ones so terrified of the sid… imagine me all dirty, choked, and… My tender
On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!
Dry is the thread, brittle and frayed. Now the stitching will not hold. Through dusty road and whistling trees, I traveled into the grit rich pitch. It would seem to be for nothing....
Wait a second... Are you saying the cock rose three…
I see you, curbside, sitting in th… Making wishes long lost and age wa… still clinging to a derelict dream Know that you will save it, and cl… Every score, every abuse, every lo…
A one handed gift giver; full of e… Could take the tender of a trust t… and make millions. Bury this trust in a mound of pers… and call it a wash in a handshake…
A letter written with love not to be mistaken for a love lett… Could all at once, once read end my affair with love. I could at a moments notice write…
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;
A devastating delay, In-direction… Wars throbbing erection. On this acoustic world, the boots… In the mud, impressions of hijacke… Run, run, run... on blood-bound so…
That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay
I turn out my Flesh, To turn on my Spirit; The needs that come and go. A Turnstile counting; She’ll know it when she feels it,
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…
