and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
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
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
