in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

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

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

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

sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day