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…

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

panic is my dance partner and

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

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

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

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

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