dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst