delicate understanding, I have made you feel forgottendreaded truth, I've been adrift and all the world is a blurI'm losing myself forgetting what I once knewyour face haunts my dreamsI've let you down and I can't change thatmy heart...

...down-and-out in Saginaw, with red-eyes from drinking anesthesia's cheap "hooch", once a promising somebody, now a Vampire, with weeds over the nave's grave...and then, along came Joan, slowing talking Joan, with her hands on her hips and a face...

The doc said, "Son, it ain’t wise," with his clipboard and his sigh,"that burn ain’t meant for swallowin’, just dab it when you’re dry."But I grinned and tipped my bottle, let the sting roll down my tongue, a fire-kissed ambition —...