to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
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
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
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