i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

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

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

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away

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

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

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

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning