everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

i am my own ghost i am haunted

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

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

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

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

every song smoking drinking partying with

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two