early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
