and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
