human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
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
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust
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…
sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second