dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

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

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home