THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

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”

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies