with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…

the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

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

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

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

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home