Fading with the Forest

Empty walls crumble. Brick-by-brick the wounds open. Scars wither to Earth.

From Golden Stalks to Green Mountains

Through her scars of earth, Between tilled shimmering dirt, Gold whiskers converge...

Chartreuse Sky

Vibrant fall branches, a facade of chartreuse sky, whispers with the wind.

50 Shades of Train

People know you ride when she rolls into a town, with you drenched in grease. Your face smudged in dirt. Your fingernails are deep black. You ramblin' train tramp.

Mystery Man

My face is my face, but I am still a ghost, yes, I am still a ghost.