he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

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

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

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

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

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

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

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

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

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