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

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

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…

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to

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

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…

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…