it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
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…
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
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
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
