And there you were, sulking in the corner of my mind A drink, a drink to salve old wounds Saying old sooths, with still beating hearts At last down at the center of you And old keys not rescinded out of tired locks Branches of a network never lost Let slip the bittersweet delights, in the corner of my eye A chain, a chain to rattle up old ghosts Poltergeists, with the hands of grandfathers Bitterly turning still and soft And old hills not made for perishing Roots and heaps an

River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

I mourn at a crossroads But this is the thousandth crossing Just this week