fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
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…
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
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 anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
