in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
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
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
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…
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
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…
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
