A Northern Chorus

You've been talkin' in tongues for years now haven't ya. Encoding the view into your body of work. The story goes - that somewhere across the prairie spine you severed all ties to the crime, and drove on for miles. With a seaward gaze, and empathic e

It's not impossible to see The infinite Silhouette that tore Right through him The ghost in every town They just don't see The silver lining found In that corporate cloud Pockets full of spent bullets, Old train tickets, And pictures of the sun That

I want to know who's in charge of this show? whos plans are these? Truth be told, they make me feel right at home. On our way out, we're on our way out. We're walking in circles. I want to know where they build these programs? And are they used to ha

embark with plight destination. with true words that honor the piece and plan out your rests and peaks. to start, blank page annoyance. depart of the obvious clues. the mindset has misconstrued confidence. a new muse is needed to help me conclude. yo

The poems strewn Across the floor They're out of tune With every chord And one reads 'lay down Inside this open heart' And where's this heart of which it speaks? It must be soaring skies revealed For it's been fooled for the last time Or so it would