for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
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
