droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
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
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made
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
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
