Let's Just Say I Was

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

All Our Songs Are About Love, Travel And Death.

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.

We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Do You Know How Pale & Wanton Thrillful Comes Death On A Strange Hour Unannounced, Unplanned For Like A Scaring Over-friendly Guest You've Brought To Bed Death Makes Angels Of Us All & Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Raven's Claws