sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

panic is my dance partner and

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight