after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

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

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

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