There were spaces once filled
With the warmth of other hearts
But now they're as empty
As the room I once slept in
It's in vacancy that we learn
Even love can turn to abhorrence
Even a declaration once believed
Can become a bible full of fictions
American dream machine gone haywire
Speak to me of how low we are
And how soft we could be laid to rest
If only these vampires would loose our necks
From their all-fucked-up fangs
Drawing fingers over ancient tools
And mechanical renderings of a lost widower
Who's widow did not know she was dead
It's in the good work of my sleep
That I'm justified
In having such...
How do we preserve the essence of the forest through which we so precariously swing the axe? Is it in jars of tea on the windowsill, or pasted into enough scrapbooks that we're...
I'm seeing what you're seeing
The reverse of a beautiful world
With eyes like dinner plates
Does the lantern's wick burn out once it decides to, or can't it help but flicker down into the black? Answer me this and I'll love you either way. We were made to be like this,...
The first sign
Is the cry
From the birthing room
Where I was laid
Onto warm blankets
And made to live
Without my consent
To do so
My only regret
Mapless is my brain. It's not so much that I'm getting old, it's that I just don't like the street names. No, I don't want to remember them. It's an active disdain for whoever it...
The hardest lessons I've ever learned were ones I never birthed. How to be a better man with both hands tied behind my back. How arrogant I must have been to think that love was...
There's no means of coming back after this
The levees have all been erected and battened down
Valleys will disappear, cordoned off and full of water
New oceans pushing caskets out of...