Tuesday, February 18, 2014



Stephanie says 
That she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, 
To people she hates now

-The Velvet Underground


May be the face I can't forget 
The trace of pleasure or regret 
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay 
May be the song that summer sings 
May be the chill that autumn brings 
May be a hundred different things 
Within the measure of a day

-Elvis Costello

Tuesday, November 01, 2011


On that day we fell out of favor
we lost our rhythm, broke the metronome
that could have been our savior

you walked away while i stayed behind
or was it in opposite directions, memory is unkind.
our love became stencils, outlines with nothing filled in.
empty wishes, hopes and promises filled to the brim.

i still hear whispers of that time we lost
we put down our swords but at what cost
i cross every street to find you there
but you're not really you, and i'm not really here.

i walk in circles to find our familiar pace
but you've gone ahead, running a different race
we should've kept time by counting together
but the beat ran away from us, memory into ether.

Monday, September 05, 2011

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Monday, July 04, 2011


"What do you think happens to a man going on 62 when he realizes that he can never write the books and stories he promised himself? Or do any of the other things he promised himself in the good days?"
"What does a man care about? staying healther. Working good. Eating and drinking with his friends. Enjoying himself in bed. I haven't any of them. You understand, goddamn it? None of them"

Then he turned on me. I was just like the others, pumping him for information and selling him out to the feds. After that day, I never saw him again.