when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

i am my own ghost i am haunted

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

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

The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me