let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
