i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

i am my own ghost i am haunted

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…