there must be lights burning brighter somewhere

  the streets turn for pillowcase

  I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls

  we all will be received


  you handsome bitch, you movie twitch

  but obviously the past is what makes any person

  the past is a strange place

  there is nothing i can do to make you mine

  to the rescue nobody ever comes

  notes for future lovers

  in the book mobile

  I'm no fool, I know you're cool

  you should've seen all the things my shadow did

  The fields may be whitening, but I will be gone

  you've not changed

  I don't carry dead weight

  the woods & the smell & the word of farewell

  torches burn into the sad eyes

  shame is the name

  born to quit

  I like the places where the night does not mean an end

  I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway

  the rent became whiskey

  beauty and the beast

  drifting down into the abattoir, do you see what I see, dear?

  camping last day

  Just enough to make us know we don't miss you


  Mr. Max

  he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him

  Ginger in a real home

  we've got five years, my brain hurts a lot

  placed in a place for the insensitive and the insane

meet Wolfie (adoptable dogs update)

Sunny and Ginger at my house

  you had to not be there

  you'll get eaten too

  blues run the game

  life is nothing much to lose

  you could have introduced me proudly

  yawning emptiness demands ever more diminishing treats

  do I write write about myself because I wont be this way very long

you can put it out, but I can't put it out

  I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow a coat to wear

  a sonnet from a sociopath

  hand in hand down a waterslide in Chattanooga

  you just have to say the word

  who hears animals?

  you say you don't love me

  where we've come to call the new century in

  brother warrior

  the conductor he's weary, he's still stuck on the line

  if I say I'm not loving you for what you are but for what you're not

  pain works on a sliding scale, so does pleasure in a candy jail

  go on back to see the gypsy

  Apocalypse, No!

  please, please, before you bend your ear

  misty morning, clouds in the sky

  oceans apart

  I would never be you

  strange victory, strange defeat

  open field with the window

  Jerry's chillaxing contribution

  my sentimental heart hardens

  kick the shit out of very frightened children
  wake up without thinking you're the one that I desired

  what was not but could have been was my obsession way back when

  what is not but could be if

  baby don't be looking in my mind

  I could list the details of everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood

  fate has just handed you to me

  who've brain-washed the small shy boy inside?

  I've got my mobile phone full of silicon chips

  do you happen to know where I am from?

  I don't try much but I guess it will do

  I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists

  there's something i've got to tell you

  I never really realized death is what it meant to make it on my own

  I can live fine without love

  good friday, midnight birthday

still drinking on the corner, just don't say I didn't warn ya

  under the bushes, under the stars

  they laugh `cause they know they're untouchable, not because what I say is wrong

  you make me empty and lean for another page in a magazine

  i've got absolutely no one, no one but myself to blame

  because we must

  I think of demons, they never kill

  everyone was dancing, I stood over in the corner, I was listening, they were saying this and saying that

  I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that

  the hearty spirit of America combined with the grit and grime of the city slime

  why would you pay to see me in a cage?

  there is nothing I could tell you that will ever make a change about you
  he is too good to be true, he is set to self-destruct

Ben's show, Growing played, Meryl made the head

  I'd rather play a different sort of game that the girls are just as good as boys at playing

  will I snooze, snooze, snooze for eternity? If God lets me, I will

  there is no love in modern life

  bailiffs with bad breath, I will slit their throats for you

  she's a hypnotist collector, you are a walking antique

  when I am laid in earth, may my wrongs create no trouble in your breast

  it's not your birthday anymore

  you were good in your time

  the longer I live