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…
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
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
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
