i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

it destroys the essence of the poe… stricken with the stink of human no art can cover the foul odor generic mac&cheese flatulated

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

A bleak winter day has come to me with one rose alive in it’s hand. I am asked when spring will set it… when the leaves will return to the… and more roses will bloom in the l…