she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

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

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

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…

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

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