sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

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

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…