The Blue RIdge, hazy in the distance Walls off the valley, bulwark against the outside Cows stand like ancient sentinels Waiting for history to happen again Old schools float like islands in an ancient sea Grounds still littered with grape…
You crouch there in your little room With not else much to do But you’re not sad or filled with gloom Cause they’ll always come to you It could be at the break of light Before they start their day…
Drip, swish, plink Drip off the faucet The liquid beads slide down her leg Plink into the water He raises his head Swish goes his tail The drops catch the candlelight Magnifying the fairy hairs on her leg Her skin…
I don’t know who you are But I met you in the bar Then you jumped into my car And you said it wasn’t far Now I’m sitting on your bed With a dagger in my head Can’t remember what…
It is the home you made but can no longer enter It is the lover that you can no longer kiss It is the pain that you cannot undo It is the scar that you cannot erase It is the…
The rain Saturates the air Puts a glaze on the street Traffic lights shine through the murk Diffused, but somehow brighter Red, Yellow, Green The lack of clarity The air, moist and thick Amplifies the sound Diesel engines snorting Buses…
A trail winding through farms, mansions, city Living along it is hip Drink an expensive beer Ride a little more Rinse and repeat But I see ghosts Ghosts of fantastic machines bright with fire Ghosts with dreams of misty lakes…