my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces