sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
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
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
