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…

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

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