we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

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

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life

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

just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her

in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.

dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

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