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

seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

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

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots