i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
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
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
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…
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
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…
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
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
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
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
