Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
