drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die