The Wise Man Blues (1975)
Light is reigning down in plunging coverlets of gold around the cradle. Someone passed a bowl of blood-thick soup among the group; where is the ladle? I am here in Bethlehem. I was dragged along … Read more
Light is reigning down in plunging coverlets of gold around the cradle. Someone passed a bowl of blood-thick soup among the group; where is the ladle? I am here in Bethlehem. I was dragged along … Read more
All I want for Christmas is a gun, just like little Ralphie, except real. Armor-piercing bullets would be fun, and a barrel made of polished steel. Santa, bring me ammo clips, body targets, liquor nips. … Read more