Category Archives: 6. The Dying Days.

i taste each hop as if i’d never tasted one before as sweat falls down my brow making roads on my face trapped in by the brillo pad that is my beard it’s 9 o’clock the lights are all out … Continue reading →

front and center a battle within ignored for a bottle of beer and a six pack of lies danced amongst the faceless faces as the day got longer and the night got shorter smoke from the back billowed and peppered … Continue reading →

saturated in hurt a tear staind hankerchief sat inside the pocket of an old man watching his son pass him by in the same waiting room she looked down at her lap where the picture of the two of them … Continue reading →

on a white wall a black clock ticks time away on a green floor footsteps are walked to a family watching that clock that clock hasn’t moved for an hour now as the family stares at the green floor a … Continue reading →

from atop the shanty stage of a man sinking largely in an abyss of falsities a plume of smoke and then another globabl warming while my hair begins thinning sheltered my feelings while i ran from the unknown chipping away … Continue reading →

as i click the mouse connected to my computer i feel more and more disconnected from the places i’ve been the faces i’ve loved the moments that sculpted me and as i look at his pictures of the life he … Continue reading →

just killing time is all i’ve ever done can’t run fast enough to get where i’m tryin to go stuck in a moment that never ends ready to find out the answers to the question just killing time to the … Continue reading →

she sat in front of an untouched white canvas her instruments of creation sat next to her she mixed the palette with several different colors she was a fan of the bright orange it reminded her of the mornings that … Continue reading →

Her tooth hung from her Chin after the Steely chariot Shifted from Pavement to Grass Slid forty feet From side to side She’d flipped it too Sirens blared And woke up The old man Who had stayed up Watching letterman … Continue reading →

We were having a few Moment of conversation Mostly nice Mostly meaningless But nice none the same I smiled as I told Him a story about Growing up while He was busy working And I seen it in his face … Continue reading →