it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

panic is my dance partner and

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

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

every song smoking drinking partying with

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.