HITLER’S BLUE He wakes at dawn With Eva Braun At his side Fingering a tablet of cyanide. In the white of the pill He sees snow, deep and still, Soon to be trampled by Wehrmacht feet Staggering westward in frigid…
ONE BY ONE I live down here in the Sunshine State. I go to church Sunday mornings at eight. But our congregation is inching toward none Because we’re dying off, one by one. The troops are assembled in rickety formation,…
INCOMPOTABLE WE Our incompotability is certainly no mystery When you consider our libational history. From our honeymoon to every New Year’s Eve, We debate drink selection til it’s time to leave. When I’m burning for a Bloody Mary, You want…
ONE LAST LOVE SONG The white ceiling never looked so black, As I lie here still, flat on my back. A stick in my wrist and a tube in my nose, As the doctor comes in I hear the door…
I’ve been getting into the music of Townes Van Zandt for a while now. I quickly began to look at him as the Warren Zevon of country. The two had a lot in common – – Both men died in…