Author: Andrew Thomas

Got a cigarette sunrise hangin’ off the edge of dawn,And the night’s still hummin’ like it never quite moved on.I keep my heart in the pocket of a jacket long gone,But the rhythm in my bones keeps draggin’ me along. There’s a tremble in the timber where the truth once lay,And a bottle on the…

Got a wildfire heartbeat burnin’ through the neon haze,Shadow‑steppin’ past the wreckage of my younger days.I’m a razor‑tongued prophet with a half‑lit grin,Dancin’ on the fault line where the cool cuts in. Wont you let me instruggling in the same old waycount to ten and hold it inbaby is a friend of mine tonight. Counterpunch…

“Needle of Light” There’s a room in my chestwhere the wallpaper peels like old hymns.I rent it to the shadowsbecause they pay in silenceand never complain about the cold. Some nights I hear footstepslike someone pacing the length of my ribs,counting the beats I owe them.I tell them I’m good for it.I tell them I’ve…

Travels with Charley I have seen the morning come up slow over a tin roof and a gravel road, and I have heard the milk truck rattle like an old promise keeping time. People say the world is made of iron and worry, but I have held a cup of spring water and felt the…