it was never my intention to clip… i was only trying to take a feathe… so that i would have something to… after you flew away

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

coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching

panic is my dance partner and

tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…

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

on a night back in 1998 at the 24 hour Happy Chef diner in Fort Dodge, Iowa when both of us were drunk and stoned

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

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

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

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away

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