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

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

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

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home