complain complain that's all you've done ever since we lost, if it's not the crucifixion then it's the holocaust

I fought against the bottle but I had to do it drunk

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers / who said they were through with dealing / Every time you gave them shelter / I know that kind of man / It's …

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh. It is easy to display a wound, the p…

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows. In the great hour of destiny they stand, Each with his feuds, and jealo…

That night when he went back to his hotel, he wept for his dead children and all the other castrated boys, for his own lost youth, for those who were young no …