still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

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

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…

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start