he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
Charles with his typewriter and bottles a bluebird held hostage in his hea… all the women he wanted all the jobs he didn’t
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
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…
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light