I think I’ll drink til this makes sense and that might be a damn long time I’m at the bottom of the well but at least the water’s become wine Is this what passes for a fantasy? it’s all green screen and electrical tape To seize the…

The madman looks distorted in all mirrors but the funhouse variety.

verse 1 the train has left the station the terminal is bare there's stirrings in the psyche ward it's something in the air that same old aggravation old dog that bit the hare a motion blur on the chessboard which pawns have played…

catscans on this dogday reveal the zero brainwaves can you come out to play on the living side the still line lingers sideways whatever thoughts left far away is my message making it through to a mind content to hide?

A wise Canadian once said that things still happen in the chronological spackle that fills in the space between the narrated events.

Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

before I disappear I form a fossil shaped by fear fresh thoughts have gone up dry yet old habits still multiply my waking life is said and done I'm just this script I have become no good solution can be found let's burn this whole thing…

A desperate heart breaks, slip it in a briefcase.

I know why you love The Starry Night I know why you weren't all right I know why you couldn't stay I know why you're here today I know why you couldn't see I know why, 'cuz you were me I know why you loved to paint in blue I know why…

Walking in your footsteps Can't see the world around me Just a pace behind I might as well be blind Standing in the darkness Nothing left to guide me No footing I can find The stairs, they start to wind I might as well be blind The…