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