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

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

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

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

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

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

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

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned