when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
