make the lightning believe the bright strike, crumbled my night, as i looked to your curtains, and saw, no light. and now, as you slither from sleep...
bone and scar of all the dark spaces, in all the world. i am lost inside a tunnel, leading neither back, nor on; peopled with apparitions of memory,...
not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar the afternoon drinkers, wear no wedding rings; these, are the lost men, who failed to persuade, anyone, to...
viper the remembrance of your poison, still angers my blood. what you think you can excuse, with a smile, and a hug, makes me want to vomit my lungs...
life is beautiful: spider shadows moving long-legged slow over the ceiling, a lover’s hand reaching for your own as you fall asleep, a new Neil Young...