short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
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
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
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
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
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise