sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
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
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
