The Ballad of Ev’ryman Pt.1

En a perfect World, Ev’ryman’s childhood is an Age of Gold Wherein the sum of creation is beheld Thru lenses tinted rose In Illo Tempore It is an Age en which Grandfather nev’r takes 2 his bed And the Junky plays it straight {Tapping A Good Vein On The Lower Left Arm – Twice} Clean […]

Epitaph

Carefully hidden beneath the cedar, My ledger is found Whereby the darkest of my dayes Is present And eye do not meet it well-armed Alas! My Father’s sword is not snug against my hip No Poetry here (en this terrible place) No Love No Light No Grace Only the beginning of the End {Two-Beat Pause} […]