what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead