she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
panic is my dance partner and
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
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…
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea