sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

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

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea

so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

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

i am my own ghost i am haunted

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks