A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

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?”

put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen

if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches

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

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

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

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me