a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
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
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
