ONE MORE SMOKE FOR THE ROAD

BEYOND THE ASHES OF MY LIFE.................................ARE THE BUTTS OF MY DISASTER

THE MAD ONE’S KEEPER


I SEE ART THROUGH A GLASS OF APPLE JAX BEFORE ME.
I DISCREDIT THE WORD STOP.
THIS IS MY SORROW,
MY CONFUSSION,
MY LIFE.
WILLING OR NOT I’VE LOST THE FOCUS OF THE LIE.
I STAND BY,
WATCHING THE WORLD COLLAPSE,
THE ELDER HAS FALLEN WITH IN SLICK BATH.

BLACK WITNESS

BLACK WITNESS

MAYBE THAT'S MY FANTACY WALKING AHEAD OF ME. ROLLING GRAND MOST INPORTANTLY INTO A MEMMORY...............................................JN A PALACE OF LOVE, A HOSPITABLE EXISTANCE IS NESSASSARY.........MAYBE VACATE THE HOLY LANDS AND BUILD A HUGE PALACE FOR THE ILL, OUR LEADERS, THOSE CLOSEST TO OUR DESTINATIO. IMAGINE A PALACE OF DREAMS AND FINAL WISHES, A LAND....FINALLY OF PEACE.NOT TO SHUNE THEM, BUT TO LEARN AND EMBRACE THE SPIRIT OF DEATH.

DEAD YET?

DEAD YET?

I WATCHED YOU CASE ME ALL DAY THROUGH

STORE WINDOWS. I LAUGHED.

NOT THAT ANY THING'S FUNNY,

ONLY WHO YOUR CHASING.

IRON DAY AT A PSYCOLOGICAL DUMP

IRON DAY AT A PSYCOLOGICAL DUMP

TOMORROW'S WAKING,

I'D NEVER SAY GOOD BYE.

TOMORROW'S THE NEW WAY

THAT WE SAY GOOD BYE.

TOMORROW'S PEOPLE ,

LIE TO SAY GOODBYE.

PLASTIC LASTS LONGER.

TOMORROW TENDS TO SAY GOODBYE.