On the every day… …he created himself On the every other day… …he rested And as he was done was as he began Another great mystery Listening to his lesson it lessened See now! the parallels divided meeting they do not allow Couriered conflict patterning the same parents After the time forgotten that…that innocence his […]

I have only led such a stressed and anxious life thus far, in order to develop a sufficient number of gray and eccentric strands upon my head. The debatable remainder, I shall live completely relaxed and strikingly styled.

The smell of rust flavored grass sand not yet glass A dew through hair moved by dubbed wind matching my musk Bare knees absent mind unkempt thoughts not kept Two eyes look back miss each other and keep going We are All Right.

Clearly…a butter lamb… The Book of Me on Easter 2009 translated through a warbly rough Vox Continental. I awoke that morning…to find the rock rolled away from the entrance to the cave, and my lord Jesus Christ naked, smeared with mud…leaves twisted into bunny ears on top of his head…a half-crazed, half-pained look in his […]