a work in progress—editor

The King is in his counting house

Paper Cars

Dreaming of the open road

A matter of time

The circus came to town

You and I

Another morning’s repast

There is that moon


Yet what

Hold your nose

Bread and butter

Gullible’s travels

What I meant to say


Lyric of last resort

an inconvenient excuse

Too much of a dream

Buried treasure

What I did on my summer vacation


 The King is in his counting house

Sleeping in a storefront

Pocket full of dream

Under cardboard mountain

By a urine stream

Four and twenty hours

Hell is always nigh



There but for the grace of God

Go I