there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…

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

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

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

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

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties