no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars