i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
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 didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
