Another day coming home Carrying an internment camp Growing desperate for that dirty bomb Confetti souls So that the children will see Me...

when one closes and the wall of unopened entrances sits hard against the conscience of the holy man waiting for that opening to envelop...

Been through the breakups and the shakes Anchored my young heart Cold waves crashing on defaced shorelines All the clamshells have been...

I Let us not forget how the rails came to Big Shoal on the strong back of the Negro, the Italian and Hungarian, on the sunbaked shoulders...

An idea trafficked about on the Net: that all one needs as a suicidee can be found in the mirror’s stark gaze. It’s not always that way,...