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Regrets Licking their Lips a French kiss the back seat becomes the bed of teenage mysteries explored the radio playing tho..

Delivery Charge a million words passed me by and in the morning I took last night's pizza out of the ice box and typed so..

escaping conclusions the collision of ideas crossing yellow lines of poetic justice we write just before the airbags ..

On the Docket I saw Eagles with severed heads Statesmen with bound wings counties of tumbleweed Wanted Posters on unused..

Where are my reading glasses? the actress drinks her scripts spills them on the cutting floor slices her wrist while driving into..

Choice this time last week, it was the week before and before that I was not yet conceived not even an idea a rumo..

the sound of shuffling feet friends racing towards the finish line and here I sit sternly writing poems waiting for t..

poets, pagination and a variation on footnotes here is a draft of my book read it and chill or vice-versa... i..

friends and friends of friends the sky fell on a small house tears slammed the rooftop with unquenched dreams ..

At the Blue Flame Inn tragic angel fire in her eyes quietly submitting to the ash reality that is her life th..