right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

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

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

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

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it