the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

i am my own ghost i am haunted

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

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

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

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

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

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines