his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
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
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
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…
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
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 like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
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
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear