as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
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
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
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
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
i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
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
