into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

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

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach