my solemn is quietmy soul has slipped so far into my sanctuary I have been unable to speakit's not that I feel nothing I feel everything, maybe too deepfeeling like I forgot to talk or I forfeited the rightevil...

Kill each other over our religions    end other lives for what we believe    we've taken men      hung them right up there    for the color of their skin    right up in our tree  ...

Someone heard the explosionor maybe it was the sky cracking its own skull open.The air twitches.The ground gnaws.Everything vibrates like a nerve that refuses anesthesia. The glass on the floor is no longer glass.It is a swarm of mouths,crooked, trembling,chewing...

A Taste of Freedom The gulls are all going crazy both in the sky and the recently smart bomb ploughed fields and factories that as yet remain standing behind my old banked barn .. There must be something going on back there surely to...