into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

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

at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die

i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

i am my own ghost i am haunted

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun