my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
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
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me
i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
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
every song smoking drinking partying with
