2009
I'm sure you'll
forgive me if I don't
enthuse
you want that
picture
thinking
of you while out
for a ramble
ink
in the inkpot
frozen warnings
our
paths, they’ll never cross, too
bad
let
her dance
you
won't live to do it twice
I'm like a
sea diver who's lost in
space
day
of the dead
Sea of
Cortez
hate
the living, love the dead
San
Ignacio
on
the deserts down in
Mexico
that I
never have to live like you
these
are the words of a frontier
man, who lost his love when he turned bad
I call
your name from the vestibule
prerun
Soon is
slipping away
will
the clouds carry my tears
to
you?
they're
planting stories in the
press
i need
someone to take some joy in
something i do
she's
my friend, don't wake
her,
she's asleep for sure
outside
over there
where
someone loved him best of all
Austin
Texas
Neck
Escaper
The Goat
Part 7
Impossible
Bouquet
Eraser
Theotis
Beasley
Altamont /
No Age tour part 1, Part 2, Part 3
a
lady doesn't wander all over
the
room, and blow on some other guys dice
all
the people we used to know,
they're an illusion to me now
she was
workin' in a topless place,
and I stopped in for a beer
cross-armed
at the Palms
too many
parties and too many pals
will break your heart someday
they
sentenced me to twenty
years of boredom
I let
you get to me
how
about thank you
when it's
November, I'll think of July
I knew
you well for a short spell
grant me
chastity and continence, but not yet
Venice Biennale
the
amazement of the wide open
night
on the sea surprised us
Santa
Margherita
Ligure
I
used to be sort of blind, but
now I
can sort of see
Andy
Kessler
will
you ride the great white
bird into
heaven
they
said this town'll waste
your time I
guess they're right
I dreamed
it was a
dream that
you were gone
I
heard somewhere that
they're
stamping, trampling all upon you
leave this
mooring and
seek
some new rendezvous
people are
leaving
Dash
Snow
I
came of age and found a
girl in
a Tuscaloosa bar
for the
reckless ones
whose bad
trip left them cold
from
the digital fountains to
the
analog mountains
madrid
milano
the deaf have
pictures of
you
he's
eyeing your
stockings
how's
your mood? how's that
song?
don't
pick the prickly pear
by the
paw
when we are
inhuman
how
could they know just
what this
message means
meet
you at the statue in an
hour
evolution
is a process too slow
science
will never love you like
I do
why
not simply stay at home and
criticize others for doing something
if
you could
only stop your heart
show
me the way to
shake a memory
by
Grand Central
Station I sat down and wept
just
watch the show
go
ahead with your
own life leave me alone
the
great and
filthy tide of life
its
macho
military might that will bring us together
I'm
gonna steal me a
silver stallion, teach him he can trust me like a brother
every
artist needs a
tragedy
Is
there difference between
lives like
ours?
here
should be my home
beware
your only friend
now
it's eight,
I've
been trying to get that taste off my tongue
moving
another time
what's
your dreams, your
goals, ambitions and aims?
once I was
sure I had
found my hero, and I allowed myself to think so
the day we fell in
love
I
turn the music down but I
don't know why, this is my house
self-inflicted aerial
nostalgia
Prince
alone in the studio
58
degrees but the
humidity makes it feel like 72
happy
lovers at last united
there
must be lights burning
brighter somewhere