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
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
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…
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
