sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

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

it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable

regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost

walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was

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

to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…

i have been trying to eat the moon the sun is too spicy and i do prefer a late dinner but the people i eat with are insa… and they vomit the stars

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

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

drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in