dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
