he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

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

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

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