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

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy