I had a vision.I lay half asleep in the dirt. The sunset Behind the hills and burnt my skin.And in the dream I saw a throne–my throne,Built on the tower of my life.When I woke...

Epitaph.Not next year, not the next one, Not the year after that. But agesFrom here,Clad in love stained sleeping bags,Dying with feet wrapped in endlessShirts and pillow cases,Crumbling with 99 flakes clutched Between thumb and...