sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
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
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
