earlier this yeari was closer to deaththan i’d ever beenaware of beingand the calm descendedbecause isn’t that what i came forwhy else do you fly outto stay with drunk strangerswho love gunsbut the moment passedand the adrenaline fadedinto seven hourson the side of a highwaywith two cigarettesand nothing to eat i could say i amContinue reading “absent muse blues”