in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…

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

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

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

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too

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

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class