slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
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
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
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…
