the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
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
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
