it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die