There’s a pigeon sleeping out on my deck If it sleeps it won’t shit on my drinks or on my cigarettes I wonder why they call it a dove I wonder why it’s a symbol of love Love’s a fool, and so is the pigeon that fears to tread There’s…

This one's for David.

Algorithmic totalist piece.

Come a little bit closer Closer, skin to skin Your lace, your satin and your leather boots Are driving me insane Your silhouette against the moonlight From across the block Like smoke rises from a cigarette Rises while you rock The way you strut…

Down here by the river Its surface used to shine I now stare into its mirror Which is wrinkled in due time My younger days My younger ways Like Jesus bugs they water skate And like mayflies they have passed Along the way Down here by the river…

digging into the tombs of carnal sounds we found this in the list. from sept. 10, 2008.. there is a video as well but the cross reference was lost in a mix of six different videos.

Rhyme: difficult when Writing a three-line poem. Make ev'ry word count.

one with a little variety Accoustic guitar accompanied by bamboo flute with voiced tones. It think thats what its called when you hum through a flute. a descent crescendo, but, surely madness all.

making up a song.