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We trooped down the hillside the four of us caught up in the old American ideal shooting irons and the boom we carried 9mm and 12 gauge (shou..

Good lord the way her a*s fits into them jeans is proof that God loves us and wants for us to be happy she pumps her gas with a steady han..

They called him Train Boy and they whistled and clattered along after him like empty boxcars on a lonely stretch in Nevada they whistled and..

They say you can’t buy love and that’s probably true but I’ll tell you what I can do buy this fifth of drink and if I d..

I get the feeling as a poet I’m supposed to write about everything and take it to heart and try and make these connections between e..

Lovely like the curves of your body when you turn your back to me, sleeping, and take my hand and pull me to you; Someday I will have t..

The trees, oh those trees, were a headlight blur and the moon was damn near full a bloated enterprise rising above the ridge and I drove s..

I have my feet under me I know where I’ve been and what I’ve seen, I’ve taken it into me like a song, when it first plays ..

When the gun went off it scared the s**t out of us both, in that tiny room the sound was horrendous, a live thing, I couldn’t hear anythin..

She says she’s broken but I think if I can just wrap my arms a little tighter around her I can help her hold those pieces together s..