You work magic, little boy. Now go home, before someone gets hurt real bad.

At certain moments in life, I wish consequences were of no consequence.

How far is too far?

How to Fight Loneliness

I wish my bed were smaller so that I wouldn't feel so dreadfully alone.

Julie

julie, there's a letter in the mail from me

it's marked with blood from Wounded Knee

and sets atop the postman's tree.

oh julie, won't you come down for me.

set fire to your benches 

burning brightly in my eyes.

the sky upon the light around you and you're burning awful bright

but dear the world's half as open with a house that's so contrite

i know you're waiting for a poet or a muse to light my way

but times are hard and there's no knowing when i'll have that much to say.

julie, there's a hole inside us all,

that fills with hope each time we fall,

so that our eyes never know.

oh truly, i love you more this day than last,

i hope the days move awful fast

until the love comes pouring out.