so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

the Allen Bradley Tower clock looks at me like an all knowing ey… it tells me “you are home you were not born here

sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born

she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

I cannot be cast under any moon, upon any soul. If not for her,

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow