to look upon deams
to look upon deams
and wonder where they've all gone
the vacuum of time
to look upon deams
and wonder where they've all gone
the vacuum of time
a red leaf waving
floating on the morning breeze
anticipation
stronger together
as e pluribus unum
bring back the moto
offering a toast
in regard of silent things
anticipation
it is a bad plan
but the only one we have
whiskey fig newtons
delicate pressure
of indirect attention
you’re dust in the ash
to remain the same
or be different for a time
in the inkiness
dreams of other worlds
a fish who also sells stuff
hail and well met
this story is wrong
with rhythm offstep on beat
so make it louder
laughter and giggles
milked from an angel's nipple
twelve year old whiskey