panic is my dance partner and

a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

every song smoking drinking partying with

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home