in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
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
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
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
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
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
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
