all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
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
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
