when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
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
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
this dinosaur has shared so much o… pain worry and confusion the idleness of evolution
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
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
