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

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

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

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death