i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
