the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

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

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

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

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

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

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

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no