darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
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
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
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
