seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
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
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
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