in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

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

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors