what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities

do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

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