when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die

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…

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…