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...

The sun is setting upon the hill, Where I once walked with my love, I remember her well, standing stil… With the beauty of a young dove, Now the winds blow heavy,

They gonna hang me in the morning… They gonna hang me when the mornin… They gonna string me up and have m… That why my son, I gave you my gu… To walk in fields safe with no one…

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,

Yellow bird, Flies across the sky, Yellow bird, Dies in the ground, Yellow bird,

Five and Ten ‘cent women, Running though the street, Walking fast but thinking slow, To every eye they meet, Five and Ten ’cent women,

Deep in the night I held back my… Saying I know what is wrong and r… I took off on broken wings for fli… Throughout the starless night sky Through the valleys full of hills…

The sun’s going down, And all the crowds around, We keep trying to burn, The bush that Moses found, Oh can you stay,

“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...

Oh I met a girl, Her eyes they shone like fire, I will not speak her name, But her mind I did admire, She left for some distant land,