to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
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
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
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
You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…