isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

the blade has always been dull how it was made never

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature