what I love about this country is the jazz and the blues and

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…

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons

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

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal

when they have shaved the flesh until it drapes from the bones a mind begins to entertain the del… and an end will be had

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit