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
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
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…
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
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,
