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

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

there she was again in my dreams last night perhaps it is faulty programming a virus or malware but for whatever reason

a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was

he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…