Michael Naylor

Grateful for these passionate and creative souls. Can’t sit still very long for these riotous improvisations.

“42” Where do I turn to when there’s no choice to make?And how do I presume when there’s so much at stake?I was so sure of it all But what if I need you in my darkest hour?And what if it turns out there is no other?If this is our last hopeWe would see a

Pacing the Cage Sunset is an angel weepingHolding out a bloody swordNo matter how I squint I cannotMake out what it’s pointing toward Sometimes you feel like you live too longDays drip slowly on the pageYou catch yourselfPacing the cage I’ve proven who I am so many timesThe magnetic strip’s worn thinAnd each time I