the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
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
