vast silicon sagebrush miles and T.V. lights in the tall cactii, radio songs in the dry blue sky where someday will soar still steel titans of another L.A., workers like thinking ants
I felt a need to write something tonight but nothing I could think of seemed to fit right Phrases and themes occured that might sound good and please the ear like veneer on wood,
across dark miles of desert sharing our hopes and fears, shared memories and divergent presents Me, I'm talking from a well of pain that echoes and distorts my words
I've shed my share of tears, and suffered my sufferings. I know there is and will be vast ugliness in the world, I know there's ugliness in me but put a smile 'pon the tears
a couple friends are coming from out of town; I owe one of them a favor and he's keen on it: "They give naked lap dances!" as opposed to the bar in his city I used to be keen on it;