going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

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…

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course