Silence cannot be found in shadow;
     silence inhabits the green rooms of the heart.
Silence cannot be drawn from misery;
     silence lives on only when life is full.
Silence thrives when we are loud;
     silence can be found, only in certainty.

With frenetic horns he gores
    The limp woman
******-aired
          Draped on his bulging forearms
              Undoubtedly bronzed
          By  Mediterranean suns
                      Or paled
         By subterranean shadows

She is either praying or panting
                     Fainting or fawning
                           Framed
              In an unimagined  tense

I like dancing and drinking, sometimes fighting and *******, and not necessarily in that order.

Life isn't an equation. It's not a folded napkin, windexed decanter or applebees' reservation.

Sing, smoke, scream. When you laugh, let it boom. Howl at imaginary moons.

Roar to life