she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

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

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost