he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
