Night noises are my noises. and soiled doves are my birds. Lost mornings start my days and questions rule my words. Shame is in the trunk it must be somewhere out of sight. and I drink without economy when I go out into the night. There was a man I looked to last I heard he'd sailed away made home in south Florida. but I don't think he's there today. The only one I'd known who gave me comfort awe and fear all at once. while keeping tools of inspiration near He taught me to make big thoughts small and stay ruled by human hunger weakness we should celebrate and not let others drive you under Nobility ain't much to ask to find coming ever clearer. If a man can keep to task when looking in the mirror.