on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

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

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts

A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines