time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
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…
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
