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
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
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
“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
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
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
in all restaurants madness overwhelms the staff spirits break like plates
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
every song smoking drinking partying with
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
