do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

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

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

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

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

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away

i am my own ghost i am haunted

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad