a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

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

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…