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
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
