She Is Not a Song
The choices present themselves. Chase skirts. Write. Sing. It's not the availability of ideas, it's the focus. What do you want to be today, John? I'm not scared. But I…
The choices present themselves. Chase skirts. Write. Sing. It's not the availability of ideas, it's the focus. What do you want to be today, John? I'm not scared. But I…
In the dream she completes me. Holds me. Gives me shelter, inspiration, and blowjobs. Joyfully. We explode into space together. The flaw, of course, is my reliance on "her" and…
Ideas wiz by too fast to capture. That's my challenge. How to grab all the grace passing through me. A few days ago I wrote a new song, all in…