she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

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

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact

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

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

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

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

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

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust