i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
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
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
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…
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course
