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
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and