everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
