shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

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…

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

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

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems