we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
the songs that have been played as it’s neck was tickled and it’s belly was rubbed those at the pawn shop have nightm… of too much Beatles
streets become narrow and sidewalks vanish layers are important heavy socks and the right pair of boots
when she doesn’t love you the guts are pulled out from insid… life spills from the bones and your heart forgets to beat you become a ghost
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
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…
stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
after a day surrounded by philisti… a not yet broken poet takes refuge in the familiar peace of desolatio… echoing quietly through two small… years ago this song came to him
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
brief landings never fool me my thoughts are made of tornadoes and I know the mind will never sit… “where the heart is” is the name of a bullshit map
if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord