Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
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
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
