though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
