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

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

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

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

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

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars