walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

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

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away

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

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had