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…

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

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…

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

every song smoking drinking partying 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

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect