Current Residence: Lowell, MA|
Former Residences: Montreal, QC
Los Angeles, CA
And various towns within Massachusetts
Some of my favorite songs.
Red NebulaeWith what lyrics,Red Nebulae by Craazhy
if not to enamor then perhaps to wail
towards red nebulae and black holes with all the futility
symbolic of men,
could I sing to you?
Adrift broad rivers of starfire there floats you and I,
rushing in headlong flight to the conclusion
with no words
and no knowledge
but keen awareness
that the inscrutable mechanism of the universe holds us together.
The Brass GardenerNot while there's a girl at homeThe Brass Gardener by Craazhy
with a picture of me on her piano.
Oh, my daring Clementine,
at what boundary lies salvation for a simple brass gardener?
When between the calamity of artillery and the reflection of loneliness
in her knowing, thousand eon hazels,
one can barely hear God scream.
War makes strange bedfellows,
and love no fellows at all.
ThousandDays split between A-flat major and C-sharp minor,Thousand by Craazhy
though, without cease, the music playing—
her love: the steady and low cello hum—
is the music playing in my heart.
A warm sonata cascading.
My sailor to her siren,
if only she sings.
Flourish the minuet
and let not our dance fade
amidst a thousand teacup keynotes.
The night sky has fallen to witness us.
You and I will play them every song we know.
Abyssinia, HenryHallowed Father, Korea has been unkind.Abyssinia, Henry by Craazhy
A split in the good, clean earth turns the other children into ghosts,
wailing in an agony over a past that never was.
Can you still requisition aid when it rains?
Come in, Hallowed Father.
Can you read me from the bottom of that western sea due east?