brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
every song smoking drinking partying with
tears glisten like distant stars unreachable galaxies alone in the quiet of space dead planets remind him of his gra…
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
he looks off into the distance as if god exists waiting beyond the winds with some kind of answer he looks on dating sites
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature
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
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
after it blows out your last match it goes to a bar and laughs over whiskey telling the story of the look on y…
let me brave myself for another da… for i am convinced that out there… worthy of all the pangs in the pil… let me have the strength to bear t… this face
