still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

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

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

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

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

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

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

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

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course