it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight