now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

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?”

he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him

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