he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

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

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

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

love digs graves all around the world but i used to