what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
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
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
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
