In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

The bedlam on me, I weep notes of despair They were broken pieces of my sacredness thrumming the harp upon my soul of madness   My heart strings out of tune with the other beings sang a melody of melancholy and insanity visions blur, and...

exalting the feeling, I let it ridelust-fueled and ready to touch your mindseduction of the intellectRomancing your darker sideWhere you groom your Vixenletting her into your worldWith Red Light District visionsand pornographic wisdomthere is nothing wrong with being a...

The vibe you put out is entrancingRomancing the notion of weThere is no us to speak ofYet your energy says there could bea deep intellectI rest in the layered shadows of your creationand dream of what is thereTaking my...