droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
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
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
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
panic is my dance partner and
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
