that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
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
bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away
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
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
