THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
