on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
