she stumps me with silence
an emotional trainwreck
with dire results
The pity of wrongs
half-cocked
and on the trail of
troubled dreams
anything goes it seems
those buckets are full of tears
for sale
virgin tears for witches brew
I wasn’t there, not even my fault
the firmament also called a vault
and the stagnation of information kept clean until this afternoon
everyone’s prayers with not enough hope
sorry there folks no more gay jokes
a fistful of dollars
fray’d knot in the rope
I’m just running around on
nothing, zero, zilch
you’ll find what you need
deep in the filth
my thumb on the highway
eye fucking the guilt
the lust drags me down
the moon is the old sun
picture this or not
got 15 minutes of fame
left Dallas in an ambulance
I love the smell of cocaine
my mind is full of rotten things
some I can’t explain
like what I tried to tell ya
this morning
it’s awfully hot
I’m out of control
should be fucking
in the shower
ha ha ha, LOL,
it’s melting shit
this side of hell
send me some more misery
instead of all these dreams
I can’t help you understand
or guide you into sleep
or into white
using spite
is the game you often play
did they all come here
to hunt her?
or has she gone insane?
morals ethics discrimination
run close to second best
when second place is first loser
the smallest dark red dress
I’m pulling up not getting down
then I’m quickly leaving town
I knew I had a stake to claim
on cursed and salted ground
what’s the word
did you drop the dime?
holding the bag
walking the line
raise your glass to sweet Louisiana
I’m your son that got away.




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