drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
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
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
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
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
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
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
