everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to

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…

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow

i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

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

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course