he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
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
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
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
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
