dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
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
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
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