i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

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…

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs

san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is

the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think

the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day

a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice

i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar