I like getting older…
I like my hands looking more and more like my grandmother’s… i like touching the dog slower and softer… i like reflecting on all my golden suicide friends… and remembering their beautiful smiles… the way they never saw me looking at them when they were pruning in the mirror and me thinking i hope that i am cool like them one day…
I like getting older and getting better.
I like being gentle with people and holding doors open and buying a kid a bottle of cold 7-Up… and walking away…
I like feeding the birds and listening to the midnight trains like i did when i was but a kid…
Most of all i like being quiet with people and soft to the touch…
I may look menacing and i am full of bark and shotgun blast but that is coz so many cocksuckers beg for it… but when i am away from users, abusers, players, cocksuckers and coin tell whores… I’m a good man… I take care of my friends, i look after the hurt little things in this life and i bury birds when need be…
I like to touch the grain of skin in old books and smell their sooty history… i like to sing to sleepy little animals and soothe their brow into pleasant dreams… i like to walk quiet in a room like a spirit walker… i like to wink at horses, i love to save the day, i like to do the unexpected in a nice way… didn’t you drop this 20 dollar bill? And leave…

I like river music…
I like that I’ll never see this world again some day
and never again touch her cherry blossoms or her cotton, never again finger a spider web, never smell the ocean’s 3 am horrors and whale blood… never ponder the sad indian stars, never enjoy a free breath without paying for it in blood…
all the simple insects so not simple and the workings of flying things…. and the beating of my Mother’s hurt heart….

someday… dirt just like i like it… pissed off in the western wind and thankful that i even had the chance to Howl and Roar…

suicide is a jip.
Stick around and touch the stars while listening to the good songs your heart alone could only make…