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…

This acoustic song is a drunk nihilistic escapade with a surprise ending; so if you like to howl, join along and do your best "ahhoooo.." Lyrics: At full moon, I was drunk as a skunk My belly full of bourbon, and my breath really stunk…

This song was inspired by a long walk.... Lyrics: Down by the river, down by the shore we go The moon above cast a beautiful glow We walked around talking through the night I can’t help but think how it felt right Hey Constance, don’t you feel…

If I just slip the car in drive I'll meet you on the other side Or maybe I could turn back time And we could both pretend to fly Losing feeling inside out No sense kneeling, no such doubt Failed at saving, nothing lasts Just repaving…