Flight attendant wife
never knows he thanks all gods...

The journey we take
rounds us back to the journey...

Sailing away to Sugar Hill Island,
sitting in my cabin, watching the horizon...

Beat
locked up...

My child of rage, though desperate,
is tired of running in her shoes of glass...

In the shadow of the Swallow's Nest,
the castle at the very tip of Crimea, skulks...

Nowhere have I found anything more perfect
than the perfect illusion of your love unfurled...

Revisiting the past I recall the words
I spoke to you as a younger man...

We were in the Devil's Backbone Tavern
just outside Fischer, Texas, drinking...

Spring Break at the beach
me with my young pup, Dragon...

There's only one time
for which you should be sorry...

The homeless children have come to expect me
prowling the alleys in run down city streets...