black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

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…

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

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even