sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this

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

and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start

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

when it is most impossible to be there for yourself

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

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

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

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…