i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
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
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
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
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
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
