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…
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…
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
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…
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
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
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
