we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
