after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
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…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
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…
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
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
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day