plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned