black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
i am my own ghost i am haunted
she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
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…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust