he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

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

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

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…

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

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…