the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die

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

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…

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

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

i am my own ghost i am haunted

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead