our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

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

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

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

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

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…