it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

isolated Sunday bicycle rides tend to compel long winded speeche… character dialogues from stories i… and plenty of l’esprit d’escalier i speak with the dead

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

dreams need their distance she learned from burnt fingertips do not touch the stars

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

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

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

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