he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…

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

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

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

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

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 walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost