with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
let’s say you’re trying to go somewhere who isn’t? but let’s say you never get there
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
