desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
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…
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…
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
