it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

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

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

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

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

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…

word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked