dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

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

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots