A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
