the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
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…
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking
