i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
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
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
