Pretty, vacant, and we don’t care

Watch the stars as they collide Erase the dots in your eyes What do the lyrics say we can’t hear The singer and the song disappear Pretty vacant and we don’t care Pretty vacant and we don’t care What’s your name the color of your hair Saw you down at the LA fair Have soContinue reading “Pretty, vacant, and we don’t care”

Ode to Joy

Old monk drunk walk garden olive way moon path nude blue light strain powder pouring bare feet stains red muscatel. On his rock sits Jesus eyes clear tell him of your life sans joy brave Brother Anhidonus oh fun monk too but without joy. Hung over herbs your Jesus praying not an only child wasContinue reading “Ode to Joy”