(c) Shane Balkowitsch /(c) Theo Cobb painting.

My Desolation Row

A nude foggy night and my ears are popping just walking down some empty street with clowns sleeping by streetlamps. The wind whispers secrets to my ears The witnesses are just the shadows that dance around me The dream in midnight as liquid and float around triumphant bleeding stars. And I wonder what it all means here. This is my Desolation Row Splintered, embedded the bars are my spiritual pulpits I had a dream, it was broken and slender, not fat and potent And look i'm an illusion now, i'm haze, i'm a flame, i'm a lost talisman in a drain pipe, sitting next to the old underwear, sitting next to the pissy pennies. Oh, I guess i'm just a lonely passerby. If you look past the casket, you'll see the art of a city. You'll see real lights, real…