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
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
it’s there when nothing else is but the radio and a near crippling… it climbs around on the walls and… hissing like a poisonous lizard th… you cut the tips of your fingers a…
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
when the neighbors would bang on t… screaming through them telling him to stop for the love of god it is three in the morning
i love music i know everyone does but i really do nothing can soothe me as much as
panic is my dance partner and
time reduced to ash all the clocks were made of fire burning each second
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
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…
