On a train. Somwhere in Southern California. Years ago.

In my head I will scale many mountains
And in her bed she'll meet me in the valley
With closed eyes, she will fall asleep without him
And we'll be dancing far from the sea

If I cared, you ask, how could I harm her
Reasons lie beneath ridges in dead teeth
I say, my dear, you ain't no charmer
maybe to snakes, but not to me

You think you know where my heart resides
Where my spoons go to sleep at night
Do you know where the dreams of my dreams go
or do your dreams roam along like the buffalo?

I read the words before they were written
I blushed brightly before I was smitten
And all that I've known
Is a stone's throw from wishing
That a galaxy grows
Within the black holes
In the teeth
Of the weak

Insomnia.

If I had a soul, it would be crushed
but there isn't much left
inside of this chest

A wreck of a mess

The information settles
as I scribble out each potential line

Since lately it's hard to find
any words that work

The pictures go in and out
Like recalling a bad dream

And it seems that all hope lives
in puddles of piss
and shit passes through the pipes

Of every city