the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for