though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
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…
