in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
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
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
