He would be deified by his death and I would be trivialized along with Tim by the work he did and the rabid expectation for me to live and die by it.

I just have to keep still and sink deep inside myself. And as I sink I will not take anyone with me.

Clitoris!

I am a storyteller, lounge singer, I am the entertainer, I am the rock star, I am gay, I am wrong, I am there for the story to go down, the cocktail host-shaman, the little romantic chanteuse wanna-be.

The greatest common desire of these people is to see and be seen by each other. Not much else can matter.

Will there ever be a beginning, a doorway, not a gold encrusted gate, but a plain old brown wooden thing creaking on open for you to walk through?

Any time I take a cover and wear it on my sleeve, it’s because it had something to do with my life and still marks a time in my life when I needed that song more than anything ever.

When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever.

For the feminine in all things

Kisses on my mouth with his eyes hanging out of his sockets

Emblems of marriage, the touch of her tongue on the roof of the mouth is enough of a seal.

I know everybody here wants you

Balls!

The Buckley family birth & death certificate collection or “aaah, yes! And who will be next?”

Her cool breath and the warm desert wind were the blankets for his fragile skin.

Don't let your smile become a frown just stay there like you are

Relentless endless joy peaking into tears, resting into calmness, a simmering beauty.

You are my only reason for this trail I lay to find my way back home

I know you say that there's no one for you but here is one

Either I'm all liquored up with the world at my feet or sober with no place to go.