on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

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

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

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

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

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

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light