and death is spreading through the… violets are blue and the zombie in the mirror is me when the bones start
sipping cocktails in a dark corner… lit with cigarettes and neon we edged ourselves closer to the end of our stools to the end of our drinks
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
sometimes a vampire wants to see t… but people of the village keep his… chained shut with garlic they wear crosses around their nec… so that if he ever does get out
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof
human beings are animals and we should absolutely celebrate that when we are hungry
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
