splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
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 ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
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
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
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
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
