voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
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…
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…
he keeps it bottled for days like these vintage destinies rush toward the… breaths of dead fruits inhale deep… and he drowns himself in their req…
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
dear deity as the world continues to fall apa… in my heart it is clear to me that you do not hear me that you do not fear for me
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
