ghengis kahn and john tesh walk into a bar |
With all these empty bottles I now am seeing red,Patience like a moth devoured sweater,Merely hanging by a thread.All the lights and all the sirens,The truth revealed in violence,I've spent too long o...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jun 2009 20:00:00 GMT |
my life from the fishtank |
the things that i've said and donehave only been a catalyst to thisand the people i've bruised on the wayremain the only scars i regret not.a dream is just an ideaof an idealogical schemeand then you ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 20:36:00 GMT |
in response to your sweet questioning mind |
yes of course, my love, i will always migrate to the floor from the couch.in the very same fashion that i am making an exodus down south.to find my never ending warm.and a head upon my arm.you need ne...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 23:27:00 GMT |
this isn't finished. |
my life story has been epic, tragic, and quite often gory,i've been fucked up and stoned like a character in a shirley jackson story.yet now i have what you could call a one track mind.i've done my ti...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 12:38:00 GMT |
to you and yours and the well educated |
the anxiety of merely the anticipation
the anticipation of a meaningful something
i've never been so excited and nervous about a next 24 hours or the 120 that will follow
it's a good indicator that i ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:10:00 GMT |
while everyone else lives in the new great depression, we will still live like royalty. |
a place to call my own
or one to call our's.
where i could roll over and wake you up,
or just watch you sleep for hours.
drinks and sheets. sarcasm and incredible feats.
journeys that end in mo...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:10:00 GMT |
rubber or metal rings? |
when it rains it floods
and between all these falling cats and dogs
i cant seem to hear myself talk to myself, much less think
my eyes are burning and my hand, well it shakes
yesterday all my troubles...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 11:36:00 GMT |
i am the critic that loves/hates everything |
so this is my means to an end....with the indiscretions, and the so-called friendsall of these fads and bad fucking trendsthat i so often tend to get myself caught up inbut then again...i suppose it d...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 09:42:00 GMT |
tragedy is just comedy without all the funny. |
can you smell that?its his old gears slowly turning.this once well oiled machine has dried up.and the motor is now burning.can you see that?its a blind man at a crossroads without a cane.trying to lis...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
the fight in the addict. |
it’s all of everything.it’s bronze it’s never gold.it’s all the little things.god, i feel so old.an ego is a terrible thing to waste.and i take all i can get.i stare in the mir...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 08:38:00 GMT |
