the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
