(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
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
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
