he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
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…
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
