i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
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
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
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…
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
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
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
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
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
