you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
every song smoking drinking partying with
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
