thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
panic is my dance partner and
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train