i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
i am the one most concerned with popularity found my way into castles to meet with kings and queens crashed parties with celebrities
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies
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…
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
every song smoking drinking partying with
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
panic is my dance partner and