The Devil's Diaries

Swing from the smoking tree tell me again why we are  beautiful wretched dead

Faith is an icicle flirting with the front steps just one snap it could pierce the chest end the need to believe forever

It means nothing to be sorry Not when tomorrow will cry for  the yesterdays I  betrayed

I don’t remember you your funny smells or your frog smile the air in your laughter a slow hissing tire the face in the mir...

Here we recite our reasons for walking for talking with our mouths closed

Far out of your orbit spinning in slow motion trying to shout louder than a kitten’s mewling will the planets find me all m...

the place you fell down from                                                 was the air so pure up there                      ...