streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
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
when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
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”
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
