what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
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…
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
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
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
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 cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
