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Like any ghost once this owned bones, it drank it laughed, it danced, sang and moaned like all things it grew weary of its body, li..

I feel small now where yesterday I felt I walked much taller, cast a much wider shadow but today, today I realize I’m small ..

For EEC, forever may he sleepWo man she wor ks her way in get s under your sk in like Cum ings implied spi ed at your word s like..

Jim I once so badly wanted to be you I wore your clothes and I tried to throat your rasp and couldn’t ever quite make it the same, you,..

The last time I remember being with him while he was in his right mind we were driving his beat pickup into town for supplies and he still cal..

All of this world is a bright, colorful sparkling illusion all of my life is a torn contention between white of my future cross..

Miserable is a good word, misery another, one from the self one feeds the other, a cup filled to the brim with dark rich fluid, miserable..

His downfall everyone said was women, he told me he couldn’t live, he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t sweat without their touch ..

It was one of those cheap things from the eighties, a book about spelling with watery blue ink, thin, it’s pages made of cheap pape..

You are still so beautiful to me, the pictures you choose to post seem remote, I have no connection to them, it’s like the ghost of you t..