she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows

i didn’t call her because i felt like being alone and celebratory sex wasn’t going t… to validate another year of suffer… another notch in the belt

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

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

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars