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

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

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a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

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

the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…

it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course

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

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect