his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
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…
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
