dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
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…
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
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
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
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 came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
