when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
