we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
i know that you miss me we were happy together and i don’t ever want you to forget i want to always be there
broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
