on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
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
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
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
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
