some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
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
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
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 best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
