in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
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…
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically
