brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
do not weep when the bird flies aw… from your window sill be grateful that it ever landed th… even if just for a moment
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
if significant to one and not to another maxims adages cliches
a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it
dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars
every song smoking drinking partying with
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
dressed only in screams showered with water and death life escapes by drain
dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed
