he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

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

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

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

love digs graves all around the world but i used to