monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water