the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
every doughnut tastes like tauntin… classmates laughing and making jokes at your expense every slice of pizza reminds you
when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
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…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
