there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

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

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

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

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…