you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

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…

his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord