sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier