she dances like a fool at the idio… gracelessly fueled by cocktails and
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
he speaks to me through early Alic… only with darkness does light shine and
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
