monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
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
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
i am my own ghost i am haunted
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
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…
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth