what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost