Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
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
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
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
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
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
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
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
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
