drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
the way mom and aunt kim would get… when the video would come on mtv i thought “that’s the life for me” singing for the working class
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
there was a mouse that dreamed of being a wolf every feral feline throughout the… would quiver at the mention of him his mere howl at the moon
it was the hottest new spot on the east side of course and of course
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon
i dream of a world ruled by art where the letters that come in the mail are written in fingerpaints and tornado sirens sound off to th…
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
when governments fall the power goes out and civilization is in the shamble… of its own undoing Uncle Dan has plenty of survival…
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
