just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

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

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

i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof