when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
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
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
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
