we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
