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…
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
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
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…
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
