early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone
i expose myself a show boat and a show pony i suppose myself a poet
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
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 followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…
plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
Freezing is all that ever I felt; Carrot and coal fall to the ground… Sadly, when Spring comes, I will… As well goes my scarf, my coat, an… Death comes upon without sound.
