the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
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.
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
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
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss