when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

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

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

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…

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…