If life was fair
I would have hair...

So you gave the down and out a dollar,
Out of guilt, embarassment, sympathy...

Sunlight ricochets from the razor wire onto
The dead empty wine bottle pointing North...

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

The cliche kid rode into town,
He wore a stetson, he wore a frown...

This blindfold has heightened
My senses, my pleasure...

When I'm laying in that final room,
Each breath coming painfully, reluctantly...

He left his wife,
He left his job...

The smile of your shadow would illuminate
The solemn cracks in the cathedral floor...

The dried up leaf blown
Crab like across concrete beach...

I carried my emotional baggage up her stairs and
Stored it under the bed...

Tattered ribbons of black plastic
Caught on a wire fence...