i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

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

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

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

when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

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

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…

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages