Monthly Archives: August 2015

I’m worried about you Which means I’m worried about me I’m worried I’m afraid We will disappear Flash down that trap door Or grow old unsure make that blind Long walk to the electric chair It isn’t fair the sun … Continue reading →

Birds in the swamp Call to monkeys In the zoo picking shit For the audience   And watching you Nothing else to do No bones to rattle No straw bodies to burn   So they roll and rock In their … Continue reading →

It takes guts to be a bum   It takes balls to go your own way   To check out of the game   Refusing to play is a monk’s life   It is a struggle to go it alone … Continue reading →