the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
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
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…