my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
