Some People Never See The

Gotta Kick At The Darkness Til It Bleeds Daylight.

I Remember When The Idea Of Living To Be 40 Seemed Absurd.

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

Though Chains Be Of Gold, They Are Chains All The Same.

Lord, Spit On Our Eyes That We May See, How To Wake Up From This Tragedy.