i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

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

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you

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

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

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…