right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

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

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

his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…

for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

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

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

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

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd