i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
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
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
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
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching