just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
