watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
every song smoking drinking partying with
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
