no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
