bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

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…

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

word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?