heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
i am my own ghost i am haunted
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
panic is my dance partner and
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
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
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu