his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
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
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
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…
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
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
