In a 91 that still runs but barely Writing your name on the fog on winter windows in the morning In a life like the tree branches on my street Clipped back to make room for the power lines to pass Please describe the details to me On the window in backseat it is snowing Pieces falling down all around me In the dark watching for sparks of...Learn More

These baby secrets have grown into children Through dirty adolescence and now into manhood I locked the basement door and broke off the skeleton key But it made no difference still they travel with me even though I killed them they haunt me and they help me Remember the lies in the shadows, the practiced charades My hands are an axe chopping at the...Learn More