droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
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
you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
