we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
to have this moment back years from now as i recollect on this poem on this night it’s insignificance shattered with…
dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
