The Waves Don’t Mean So Much

The waves don’t mean so muchFloating empty; upon this rusty rideSunset to sunrise & I’m all aloneAt the mercy of the wayward tide

Tired of the Asses & Elephants?

Tired of the Asses & Elephants? We’re going to storm the gates No longer to ruin this great land Taking back society & eliminate hate We’re going to run them out of town Never distracted by the suits so debonair They’ll plead & beg for mercy & our votes That’s when we have Washington in

The Carcasses Of Inspiration

  The carcasses of inspiration Wine glasses with Burgundy residue Speaking to late nights & early mornings Scribbles in the margin on the follow through Feeling parched as I wake Noticing your lipstick stains Upon the rim of the glass Reminding me of the dreams that remain Bleary eyed, drinking the coffee grounds Searching for

Robert Hunter

“…mercy’s a business, I wish it for you More than just ashes when your dreams come true…” -Fire On The Mountain- Grateful Dead, words by Robert Hunter