he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
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
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…