dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

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

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

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

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…