watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

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

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

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

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

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

the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face