on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
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
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…