listen to you guys, it's the same goddamned shit all the time.
crack joe mama's behind the frick fine arts building—
stash the bottles of wine with Joel, he drank too much
puked in class. Posvar was closed again; lights are out.
you have to know,
it’s too good to be true
you must know,
it’s too good to be true—
expressing joy or sadness
tumbling down the side of your cheek
Enticing the freedom of the creviced earth
a young woman was fleeing the very
confines of her creature,
when she fell into the orphic mist of a fjord
she woke raring with the morning breathing the sea
and watched as the ketches drank silvery salt-tea.
do not let praise
get to your pen;
do not let compliments
You cannot make people see evil
even if you blaze it from a 10,000
volt football stage.
You know, when an artist
hits the nail on the head