submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
panic is my dance partner and
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
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
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall