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…
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
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
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
