I keep waking up with my teeth in my hands. Superglue's powerfull strong but something in my saliva eats it away, eats it gone. Teeth in hand I wander from one hallway wall to the other on my way to its grand conclusion, the great porcelain receptacle for all that is holy, for all of my greatest hopes and dreams. It's echoed everywhere. Our ( Read more... )

The whole thing’s run on an engine of fear. Fear that perhaps they’re crossing the line somewhere. Fear that somebody’s gonna be waltzing in their apartment door, checking lists to make sure everything’s up to par. Afraid someone’s gonna ask them if they’re happy and expect a truthful answer. Fear the vitamins they’re taking might really be one ( Read more... )

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"by three a.m. all the morning birds will be crying and that old highway will be sighing and my dreams feel as cold as my bones on the long walk home. And my coat is old and growin thin and my feet are numb and stumbling and its many the thought of a long lost friend that comes to me again and again. And I want to thank my Sarah Bell who blessed me ( Read more... )

The black flies came in late last night. Sitting around drinking for a while, talking with Ringley bout all his schemes he'd been wipping up been dreaming down. He's a new idea for women in close cropped leggings, skin tight sparkling suits, all legs tonight as if you'll never see legs again and this just may be your last time, the last glimpse ( Read more... )

We've substitutes for all the special things. We've manufacturing machines in holiday shapes to bring it 'round- together, to coaxe it, birthed into our existance. From indulgence I've turned tossed sweat sleep where the mornings - frankly - don't find me. And I've been waking to family smiles tension and its been the longest time coming yet and ( Read more... )

she’d smile like ‘er
teeth were
goin’ outta style

‘n wear 'er skin like
it was meant to be worn
like it was meant to
wear me out
wear me down
worn away

Met a lady I thought I mighta
Been ableda do something for
‘till I remembered in meeting her
she’d been meeting me right back
and it was hat tipped “howdya do”
and the crisp sounds of my footprints
like a whispered memory
asking forgiveness
for having happened
to’ve been remembered

And In the End? (Ironic Laughter ( Read more... )

falling hard and falling fast and there's a concrete and some broken glass I'm hoping catches my fall cause whatever it is whatever it happens to be that hits me in the end, it's gonna strike just as hard as I strike it and I'm falling hard, and I'm falling fast. I got mistakes that I just keep making and one-a these days I'm gonna wake up gonna ( Read more... )