From toys and video games
to blowing out nicotine
and chugging hops and alcohol
...
In the silence
after all the comedian's jokes
poorly executed
thinking you could be funnier
...
My heart is stained glass
fragile and colorful
the ribcage stone
waiting for the thin
...
The soulless vagabond
dusty roads
caravan
dying horses
...
Walking on a tight rope
for your amusement
life
or death
...
Sit on that bench
audience to the shore
and across the bay
gaze at down town
...
The thing about eyes
is that
they stare
at everything
...
The electric feeling
when steel strings strum
the echo of women
falling head over heels
...