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…

in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates

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

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

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 lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

panic is my dance partner and

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood