White paper wrapping me like some deli sandwich, hiding  me from your sight, won’t you unwrap me, have your way with me, fuel your hunger with me. Let me be your sandwich Fingernail the tape baby, one quick flick is all you need to do, I’ll be free to be unwrapped free to be discovered laid open...

Crushing rant dimming light, depression squeezes gray matter out my ears dripping down my neck cold sticky emotions finding their way out of my decaying soul. Nothing will stop the tortured pursuit of me for you. There’s one more hole to climb out of to see your smile. I ask, will you smile back...

Leah’s Refuge Leah curled in front of the fireplace clutching her legs to her chest her cheek rubbing against the filthy braided rug, she didn’t care, this was her refuge from this ugliness’s inhabiting her body and mind. She watched the flames dance in front of her eyes filling her pupils...

I walked toward the Brooklyn Bridge Bakery, I walked toward chocolate cake. On the door a sign said closed for holiday, impatiently jiggling the handle I pressed my nose against the window in hope of being noticed, in hope of being noticed so an exception to the rule would be made. For God’s sake it...

WARNING: the first half of this cut is very free form and will scratch you… The second half is a lushly plaintive exploration of the songs title Sad Life and worth every scratch the first half does to your psyche. Simple Sax, Bass & Percussion - Sad Life from the album Sad Life Ivo Perelman Mobile...