panic is my dance partner and
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
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.
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
