for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
