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…

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

he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t

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

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

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

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

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

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…