I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

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…