when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
