words, words, words

raised in piney woods without clear direction

making it up as the music changed

stumbling into theaters and football fields and concert halls

Poe

Salinger

Ol' Shakey

Alzado

Cohen

Ramone

lying awake contemplating imagined wrongs That I need to atone for

guilt, guilt, guilt

teaching and teaching and teaching

more guilt more guilt more guilt

sweet wife

beautiful boy

more on the way.

words, words, words, fishmonger

breaking pens and erasing fragments and drowning books

measuring up to a standard that doesn't exist

everything has been thought of and re-cycled. 

everything has been re-re-cycled.

Amazing Grace. How sweet the-