dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
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
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
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…
