panic is my dance partner and
clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
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
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
