to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
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
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
panic is my dance partner and
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
