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
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
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
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
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
