right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

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

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

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…

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…

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…