i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
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”
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
