She’s got such a good heart It just lies broken in the rain For I left her when winter came And we met equally in between During the summer of '14
I tickled steel strings while she… I sang to the crowd but the song w… The shadows played tricks in the s… Igniting her eyes for me to see an… All I sang and wrote for in my da…
And so how did I end up here? Alone warped and smoking alone, The light reflects off the empty w… Plaster white with cracks and hole… Electricity palpitating from the d…
The reason you’ll never love me A fear of a four letter word Love It comes like falling rain and sta… Like the flowing flame on a burnin…
In the town, at sundown, he came from the underground, Sunset blazing, colors of light shifting in the spacing and placing of eyes, The crowd stood good all around the man from the unde...
I saw a pretty yellow bird today, How it made me feel, I cannot say… The wind was cold, And the day was new, Yet the flower knew what I did no…
“Tell me, what other than a woman is sweeter than honey?” Wettest, softest, brightest, most delicious, heated And for what happened next, it can’t be explained, Cigarette smoke float...
he rides upon a Spanish stallion as he drains the flagon of time spent in the drainage ditch of true effort and deadly dreaming. to reconstruct the field-fog of poetry he never describe...
Oh brother where have you gone? You up and left when the summer co… You left me in winter, without any… Oh my brother where have you gone? I remember when we were young,
There is jazz in the air, There is jazz in my hair, Their is jazz in the mind, Their is jazz is in treasure chest… Just a-waitin’ to find,
Liquid colors abound and astound lining a wall from ceiling to grou… Descriptions of Egyptian purples… Dreams of Etruscan urns and potte… within cages of potion sprays loc…
On the night of the fire, My eyes swallowing night sky, Skin upon wetted grasses of emeral… In silence so perfect, In silence so perfect,
Death has not eyes, On life’s heavenly heartbeat, But within clocked hours calls upo… The silhouettes of those lost and… Yet life,
The sun is shining, the sun is new The shipyard of my mind is of wate… Residence lies empty, broken free… of what was, is, or could be true and that is why I sing this tune.
Yellow bird, Flies across the sky, Yellow bird, Dies in the ground, Yellow bird,
