tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
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…
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…
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
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
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
