every song smoking drinking partying with

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

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

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

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

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

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone