dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
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...
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
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
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
