Axis, my damaged junkie shaman. Listen to "Haven" here.
I'm running out of life
Open down and taken by
Sixty one in forty nine
Vision at the crossroads
Fire in the fading moon
Fire in the afternoon
Fire will come and take me soon
Take me from the crossroads
Griffin, tightly coiled and running from what happened to Crystal and Kellen - Leonard Cohen. "Famous Blue Raincoat".
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
And this after yesterday... yesterday's realization that what I thought was a short story is the key to the eventual novel that I can't even talk about yet, and oh that's why that was so hard, it's the self-evisceration novel.