every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
i walk like an appetizer onto the moonlight tongue the wine is in my blood
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
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
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
