regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
The ghosts will be waiting for me when I open the door, remove my work boots and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from t… They will be snickering as I fill…
i had most of the adults fooled the family was easiest they were none too bright what little smarts i had i must have got from my father
it is not often that i think of peace or of the soldier i believe war is inevitable
when the piano notes are dancing rhythms of candle light it’s hard to hear the fire go out the room cools its quiet wakes your fear
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
the Buk used to write about the va… hanging around the downtown Los A… looking around the library here on 8th & Rio Grande i think
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
for wars not fought and battles not waged axes that fell from the hands of warriors
it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick
dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
the next one in the holder on the… can barely contain itself one corner is already protruding hoping like hell that when she finishes her burrito
man that lives to yearn sips at the tit of poison no will, but to die
