i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

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

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact