IS THAT THE WAY Is that the way you love me, david?It's truei love you like an investment broker loves his portfolio Counting the interest Eyeing up other possible investments Faithful to the bottom line I love you like a kid loves candy Don't care if...

GENDER1. IDENTITY Is kind of like a crab shell You can’t live without one – if you’re a crab… 

LET THE PEOPLE SPEAK Everyone is at war with their gender For some, it’s a guerrilla warfare For others, nuclear weapons at dawn... 

IDENTITY Is kind of like a crab shell You can’t live without one – if you’re a crab It’s an interface with the outside world It’s a tool It’s protection And it’s also your prison If you keep growing, if you keep getting bigger Sooner or later, you have...

SUPPOSING I THOUGHT OF YOU AS A MAN Supposing I thought of you as a man of courage A man who knew his own mind Who could look people in the eye and say This is who I am A man who could face danger for what he believed in A man of commitment, down for...

AMERINAM(September 11, 2001) Do people who die on TV really die?Some say yes.Some say no.Some say it’s clear as black and white.Some preferRadio I had a dream where an old man in striped pants walked down the corridor of a nursery.He wore a hat with...

5amIt's almost 5am. Going back to sleep in a minuteJust thought i'd blow you another kissThis one lands on your lips, light and sweetLike a hummingbird kissing a flowerLike a butterfly kissing the breeze The hummingbird doesn't always come back To the...

CHOCOLATE WORLD  Oh let meFeed you egg and oatmeal morningsJust like mother should have doneDress you warmly when it's stormingGet you smiling like a hot butteredBun filled girl with a cocoa mustacheAnd a big brother on every street cornerWaiting to...

MY SLEEPING VOLCANOWhen you rise upYou will shake the earthYou will fill the skyWith burning rockAnd rattle our brainsWith the shock Of the deep And beautiful

NO LIGHTSNo lights, no stars, maybe a half moonBehind the thick clouds. After a whileYour eyes get used to the dark. The trees loomLike an almost remembered tune. A forgotten lineOn a roadsign comes to mind, and the wind whinesLike a lost child, or was...