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
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
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
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
