we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
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
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
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
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
