Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life