They’ve got the tourists On the top deck of the bus Wrapped up in large yellow Plastic garbage bags Riding through the City in the rain The yellow bags flapping in the wind Yelling in the numerous languages At the top of the world The to

salmon sits gentler on my palate

When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal

It's been almost two years since I bought it.

All creatures know death at their very core, a tacit default--

the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.

Sex is a fetish war -- a battle of trinkets of desire

drunkards indulge, addicts abuse

You can tell your doctor the truth Even if no one else will stop and listen He or she may have a balm for it To help make it go away Or at least go into remission Remission is the staging area for Lies Corporate and otherwise We don’t have

People usually take fonts for granted.

I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo

IN nature, it's hard to find a straight line. Stand on a beach. Look out to sea. There out far you might think you see a line where the sky comes down to join. Where two fields of blue meet. But where you're not quite sure for the line is a blur there. You…

Your voice is yearning, Like a sad song on the radio, A yarn spun to make hearts break.

Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.

You better read the papers If you don’t understand Cause as of last night I’m a one-man band You’d better walk through water With your boots on fire Cause Baby I don’t think I can take this any higher You’d better find out what I dr