trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
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…
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated
