where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
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 blade has always been dull how it was made never
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
