can i tell you what it’s like? i want to tell you what it’s like. i want to tell you. you should listen. imagine tears and grief and crying so violent your whole body trembles and writhes and shakes and

how many times shall i stride with such brash uncertainty into such godforsaken wild places as these with this sad godawful hardheart of mine barely beating me alive bleeding seldom it bleeds so seldom

powder touches down without a sound two miles above sea level shindeep in snow i stand alone among the decorated evergreens no company save the tracks behind me and the weeping relics of boom days: rail

hip hip hooray it's my birthday i'm 29 — i'm the same age as anna! when she triggered herself away because it was to die for, and hip hip hooray the bottom line is loneliness but i like that i like being

walk the rocky ridge right up into a windflogged fog awaiting pray for hail, plead for lightning hope for stones and bolts to make themselves apparent presently, in this present time of solitary loathing,

darkness fell from on high and the moon rose to my right behind the standstill pines gazing up i saw machines far above fly across the milky way of my forefathers to remind me that i was not alone but

alive one second and dead the next nemo sum nemo sum

dead on the edge of the road her truck rocks and rolls and rocks in the wind driving up wild from the rolling smoking burnlands below dawn awakes dawn tries to stand up dawn staggers like sadness incarnate

shower curtain's pulled halfway back now and that blue and white checkerboard pattern's still blue and white and checkerboarded just like always ceiling's still hanging up there up above you right up there

twice mellowed thrice shy badly timed backward glance is all it was i'll drink to that ride hell-for-leather, find shelter each saltpillar pause a recursive daynightmare an eye-to-eye enchantment a momentary

thoughts dislimned by alcoholic fog mucky sky soars high above sans reason to clarify itself hey, anna all these lights squared into windows we don't know all these clark street cars all these crying

another weekend to never remember another couple nights to file away in the wild places let’s try our animal sides on for size let’s fly right into the fire and die it's time for the mind disasters dress

winter's whiteness clung to your graceful cadence the only thing military about it was the way it tore me down inside there are angels with less elegance whatever dressed your feet i failed to see distracted