Trying to catch lightning in the palms of his...
But he can't see the sky with his head in the sand...

Here comes the moral
Ten years in a bottle...

In the closet with your skeletons and skirts,
Clandestinely 'Cage aux folles...

The Bromide brothers laughed
At the pensive pilates pilgrims with their...

Burned black paper,
Rising cold murder of crows...

Fledgling waves massage and calm this weary...
Lapping, clapping,laughing...

Rock n' Roll poetry is like zen, wrapped up in...
Rock n' Roll poetry screams and rages against the...

She's my Marilyn.
Not his...

If life was fair
I would have hair...