she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
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
if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
