slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
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…
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water