Far off to someplace you’ve never been. I’m here and we’re there stuck on the merry-go-round. The same thing on repeat the songs go on like us. The stores close. The stores open. Another day, another dead friend. This dead friendship has sailed to a far more glorious shore, a New England shore in the summer. Spent 6 months looking for my key to the door and I broke the window to...
01/10/2011 It’s quiet tonight. The roads are all but abandoned, with cars passing as infrequently as the hours, days, years… The police are out front, and what they’re looking for I’ll never know. My stomach is turning while the world sleeps. It’s quiet tonight. Brains in rest are working overtime composing fantasies that will never be realized or spoken of. The...