he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
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
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
