drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
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
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
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
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,
