in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

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

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

my knee is there if i need to bend my leg my knee is not there for me to beg if you place an empty plate in fro…

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

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