for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

the broom disdains fate sweeping destinies away our futures of dust

on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even

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

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

i would never say that Rock N’ Roll saved my soul but i will say that it helped me figure out what

last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin

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

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

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