submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
i am my own ghost i am haunted
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
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
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
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
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
