i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

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

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

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

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates