i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
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
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it 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?”
