Youth rox!
Accountability is making the step...
As I grow old,
the wind wanders...
"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...
This is not an ode to Freddy,
Though his words seem rather apt...
Friends are like flowers they come and they go
One of them stays one of them goes...
We fled
into the evening...
I don't know what you're talking about when you...
Growing
older...
795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...
The humid night, thick as tar,
Dripping from a bloodied star...
Love From A Son
(Or a Daughter...
I thought I knew
my place in the world...