Fuck & other words I know.

 I'm mostly over here now.

Something about a fresh start seemed inviting.

The page is still in the works.

Fuck, & other words I know.

9/11-ish

 

Twenty years ago today I rolled into South Dakota after an all night drive. Just after sunrise we pulled into Mt. Rushmore and were greeted by a panicked forest ranger who told us we had to leave. The park was closed because someone just bombed New York City and they think the National Parks were next. We snapped a few quick photos and left.

we
pass by,
in a dream,
our whole lives.scared to breathe.
scared to die.
scared to sleep,
or say goodbye.
a whispering.
in lullabye.
a memory.
another life.
but you and me,
will always find ourselves together...

words get complicated,
messes we've created,
time always replaces what we love.
with unfamiliar faces,
big holes, empty spaces,
so sure that it will kill us to be alone.

Try Breathing Fire Next Time

ALL THE GHOSTS
ALL THE PUNKS AND THE FREAKS
THE CITY BURIED ALIVE
AND PRESSED UNDER OUR FEET

NO

BODY EVER BELIEVES
A PREMONITION I HAD
WHERE EVERYTHING

WORKED OUT BETTER THAN ITS WORKED OUT SO FAR

AN ENTIRE GENERATION, WE WERE DOOMED FROM THE START

IM JUST ANGRY THAT IM 40 AND STILL FALLING APART

DROPPING HINTS NO ONE CAN UNDERSTAND, IN YOUR HANDS

LET IT GO

ITS A TERRIFYING FEELING

WHEN DREAMS DONT HAVE THE MEANING

YOU HOPED

YOU FEEL YOUR STOMACH SINKING

ALIVE, BUT BARELY BREATHING,

YOU KNOW

ON & ON & ON &ON IT GOES