Vagabond Inn
It was built whenever been there since I was a tike like scribes left us fat books that contain the odor of times forgotten filled with withered leaves these that sang themselves disgusted with rhyme poet vagabondian airs beats of …
going on a trip
going on a trip haven't decided how far i need to go with opened eyes will know no need for a machine or owners manual heard a word indifference been bothering me ever since not so much searching finding not …
Celebratory celibacy
People dance I write They raise voices to the moon from back alleys First floor balconeys I write They celebrate Thursaday as Friday Friday as Christmas Halloween mass Birthday zoo 2AM Sundays Saturday all day I write I write them …
Front Yard Bonfire
With Solitude
When I while all are sleeping and the alley cats have long left their echos off the walls and the moon is a great pale hole in the back blanket of life far above anything known or seen when I …
The 99%
Don't taze me bro
I didnt know crazy till I got older, Thought I was bold enough to hold a whole ocean of emotion. Know body told me I was joking. Or chokin on the words I had spokin Wrong was my minds image …
An Ode to the Moon
Goodnight Sweet Dreams
When holding onto angels
Good Grief & Great Lengths
The Shores's Bride
The Oceans Beach
We were always moving but running away from nothing Always feeling like a disobedient dogs being drug into something called life Unscripted badly improvised while everything inside cried out for a plan I buried the map right here in the …
Spinnaker ...a tribute to Whitney Houston
i heard your song and wildly danced thrice around the moon shock shivered on the dark side the sun couldn't come too soon my spirit swelled and raced on with you in hopes your song be sung our hearts were …
Let's Play War
When I was a kid, little boys played War. Try that today and they'll have you on a couch quicker than u can open a bottle of Zanex. Remember the toys we played with then? Not so much now. Jarts? …