“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots

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…

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

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

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

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

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

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion