Napalm And Novocain

One Morning, After it was Over   Stop asking me questions, the lies will float until dusk, other worlds in other words. The s...

The Things   Between the two of us you'd think we'd leave less behind but there are baskets in the hallway full of  ...

I Was Just Thinking   it's better to write alone in a dark room with a full bottle and a heavy chest   even when it’s all to...

Feeding a Fire   Wedged beneath a pile of papers waiting to be burned, I find rumpled sheet music   Words pressed against no...

Custody I’m not talking about the dog -- he stays, Fetch was never my game anyway, but I’m talking about the few dishes I brought, ...

Too late   you call you remember a body twenty-two years old no visible scars   and I’d give you my heart but in lives i...

Smoke   When I gave you up I missed your fingers like unfiltered cigarettes, brown as bourbon, long as trains headed out of town. I ke...