This is the end of the world:sitting on the front porch sippingcoffee with the scent of wisteriafloating…
The young people dance and make merry with gleeThey flock to great parties and savor strong drinkAll preaching the gospel…
You came to mein the misted hoursbetween the wakingand the dreaming — moved into…
When the reserve gasoline burns and dregs of Starbucks evaporate, The carburetor rattles to a halt and gas station buoys on the horizon…
I don’t believeIt’s not the truthThe lies we fearIt’s all a spoofAn evil plan toruin my worldTo squelch my freedomsTo…
Every world is a collection of many worlds, each one conceived, used up, and excreted by…