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

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

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