i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
his wife came in to the video store i work at today i knew who she was by the last name on her Oregon i.d…
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well
a $5 footlong at Subway before a meeting on Thursday Burnin’ For You came on the speak… i wanted to call you
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
