never |
you said you were embarassed byyour actions the other dayWell i will never change your mindbut i hoped that you would staylet the liquor touch your bloodyou can stay with me right herewe can watch the...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 08:16:00 GMT |
silent |
Her daddy lay silentlike leaves falling from treeslike stars hovering over seasLike words on yellowed pagesits possible,she now knows what love is forher daddy lay silentlike a coin in a wishing ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 08:56:00 GMT |
what happens, I dont know |
What happens when the filth turns cleanwhat happens to the cured diseasewhats the point in never having bloodied kneeswell I dont knowI traded satin to sleep in a burlap bagturned my shoulder on joy t...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 04:10:00 GMT |
proof |
Im not quite a devil, and im not quite a sainton any given day I can swing either wayi have many regrets, some have to do with youthose words that i had spoken left you bitter and bruised.good god dam...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 17:03:00 GMT |
unremarkable |
the artifacts collected documenting my pastlocked inside a box I have yet to unpackthere is a pain inside my chestand shortness of breath in every photograph of youI cant bring myself to bur...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 15:03:00 GMT |
blurbs, cut and pastes, segments, incompletes, thoughts. |
relax just a bit, your so sheetrock stiff, its not the dimples in your back or the break in your hip, learn to let it go like your taking a piss, learn to live life, cause lover this is it, The ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:42:00 GMT |
Cheshire moon rewrite |
Close my door and cut your lossesyou can keep your assumptionspass it on to all your friendsthey all sing the same sad love songyour full of it, your rhetoricit sounds like bullshityou passed it up an...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 03:09:00 GMT |
I assume |
girl I assume you know a little bout meyou got six more hours to pack up your memoriesyou got a bottle of booze and a BAC to match the Area code your drunk dialing meCome onyou got a soft sick stomach...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 03:00:00 GMT |
another fucking song |
under bough with broken bonea child she weeps for her fatherless homeohhh with lovely thoughts of faraway romewith its arches and golden domesTheres nothing left for little girls to doexcept cry...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 17:57:00 GMT |
St. Catherine (The boulevard, The marquis signs, the magician and the doctor) |
Im out tonight out on the boulevardbold church marquis signs light my waythey are plastered in bold black plastic letteringall of them vague; unclear to me
some selling wisdom some selling peacesome s...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 16:32:00 GMT |
