a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
