he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
