i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
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 can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
the lavish liberty of lust unbound in the salacity of self a lover may take too long or doesn’t take long enough a lover may manipulate you
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
