i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

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…

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even