to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
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,
i am my own ghost i am haunted
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
