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 walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light