for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
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
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
