The Sock-Monkey As Alone

For Every one of our actions is a surprising reaction... escape is acceptance as faith

The Shadow is crossing the daylight like some salamander stuck inside of a spider's silk or thread    Sad With the rain Trembling from cold Fearful of a failure as A life lived full of regrets

stars still twinkle shades of light cry... calmness in your departing a voice like a choir at sunrise   loves, cold mistake... fearful whispers of delight in a trembling voice regret at not knowing business

 Then was the day I was no longer... "A rebel". my caseworker said, "You are over thirty, man."      YEs! is correct when engaging a galavanting ladies kiss... 5 watt Rock n Roll heart attack.

The Moments of dreams passing through A gentle snow warm to touch... Remembering poems disappear...

  About ten years ago I had a psychotic break. I though I was Kurt Cobain and that my wife Courtney Love had me have a lobotomy and shipped me to east Tennessee and hired actors to pretend to be my family to punish me for having an affair the the pixies bassist Kim Deal in the early nineties. I do not miss psychosis. I loved nirvana growing up and still enjoy them though like the Wildhearts and Slipknot just as much. Since I been recording my new album anyone who cared to give the demos a listen says it's uncanny how much I sound like Kurt.  I don't find strange I have seen unplugged in new York probably over a thousand times and taught myself to sing to it. ...so it kinda makes since.  But I hate most post grunge so did anything I could to not sound like nirvana till it donned on me after a extended sound cloud music faze I was making music consciously avoiding making what I wanted make. because I was afraid I would be the sequel to puddle of mud more than nirvana.  I also avo