i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

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…

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

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

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

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

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