sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…