we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages

watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

she heard him crying before the knock at the door two cops with bad news

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

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

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

what happened to it? pen with which he wrote the note ink of his last words

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father