on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
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…
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
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
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
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
