it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
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
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
