Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
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…
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
