A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
