here I am
drinking tea on the moon
counting backwards
and dreaming of you
why am I so afraid
to drop you a line
to call
even if it were right
it would be all wrong
all we have
is all we have
lip-locked amazement
some kind of strange love
existing in some other world
we can’t touch
here I stay
drinking tea on the moon
counting backwards
and dreaming of you
There’s something campy and demented about William Steffey’s Hot Rod Stigmata that reminds me of the Butthole Surfers if they could stand still for enough
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate
I originally recorded my song “Breakdown at Creation” circa 1995, and shortly after I created a 3D-music video to go along with it. You’ll need
