she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

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

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

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

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

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

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

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news