the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
panic is my dance partner and
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
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
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
