that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
