Gregorian Skunkmouse

Honor is for muppets
Hope is more grounded with coffee and cigarettes
Dreams cannot escape passages, to this one or that
A memoir is a broken promise
Music redeems even the most foul

A testimony cannot betray its master
One’s country is never one’s home
Not when you have been alive this long
Not when you have sunken the trembling saints
Not when you have an elastic heart with stories and scribbles