two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
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
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…
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
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
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”
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
