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
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
san francisco lesbian bitch pulls no punches tells you what it is
it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…
right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
a mind at war with itself for so long thoughts turn into grenades or helicopter blades
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
to the deepest thirst a drop of water looks like a rains… over a rushing river lips moisten with hope and the heart drowns with sheer re…
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
