Waiting for the worms to come. Waiting, to cut the deadwood, Waiting, to clean up the city. Waiting, to follow the worms. Waiting, to put on a black shirt. Waiting, to weed out the weaklings. Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors. ...
Spirit On The Water Scarlet Town Soon After Midnight Long And Wasted Years All Along The Watchtower Blowin’ In The Wind[In August of this year I’ll be publishing my rock ‘n’ roll/ coming-of-age novel, “True Love Scars,” which features a narrator who is obsessed with Bob Dylan. ...