you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
i was 24 riding the Amtrak for the first ti… with a six hour layover in downtow… i left the station looking for a s… but before i found anything resemb…
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
the crowd is divisive full of bickering ideologies and overstimulated thoughts of what makes us different we lose sight of the fact
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
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice
decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by
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”
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…
i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”
an unfinished puzzle can easily bl… but somewhere out there is a piece convinced that it is the rest of the puzzle that…
