all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

every song smoking drinking partying with

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

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

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her