Dedicated to Gene Van Zant |
Well I don't love you anymoreCuz you are a fucking whore uh huh uh huh uh huhAnd you can just kiss my assCuz you got no fucking class uh huh uh huh uh huhWell I'm bbetter off without youAt least that...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Mar 2010 19:43:00 GMT |
loss |
it's all an act and i curl my hair at that.
Posted by on Sat, 13 Mar 2010 04:38:00 GMT |
breeding |
what is it like to be a parent?
Posted by on Sat, 13 Mar 2010 04:02:00 GMT |
...well, what do ya know |
swingssunshinebike ridesfor the love of Pete I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I know one thing for sure: the Scorpion's curse lingers and is everpresent. I feel alone and guarded..."a prisoner...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Mar 2010 02:32:00 GMT |
okay den |
a forgotten gypsy i have become....through desperate tears of inadequate emotion i have discovered that i am entirely lost in a vast cave of misconceived notions of what life is really all about.truth...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Jan 2010 22:55:00 GMT |
10 Months in Troy |
in the dusty remnants of an afternnoon lie, i find myself transposed, walking down a sidewalk littered with cracks.with a tattered smile and beaded brow, i race the sun, only to find you hiding betwe...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 14:23:00 GMT |
Paradise Found |
A Southern gale carries ancient murmers through the trees. I am baptized in the river, christened in her cruel but loving song. I feel present, but distant-lost on the wings of an owl-yet found on the...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 13:59:00 GMT |
Thunder Broad |
Dirty underwear and shoes worn thin: too much traveling has made her hard to tame. She reads books to herself and waits for him to pick his teeth with her bones. Released on bail and...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:40:00 GMT |
Vampiric Lullaby |
'Tis time for bed
my little dead
child in crimsom waves of life.
so thin and pale
with lips of stale
roses fading in the night.
with pants undone
christ has come
up from hell and back again.
mortals ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:35:00 GMT |
Slut |
A sideways glance
A voodoo trance
An empty wine glass
Your hand on my ass
A late night romp just a roll in the hay
Your strong, tight skin tangled up in our lay.
Such a deep, sweaty kiss as my ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
