dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
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
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
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…
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
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
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
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
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
