love digs graves all around the world but i used to
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
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…
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home