ener gy dr
inks s
le e p ing p ills
nyquil
pep si
loads of toba
cco
loss of app
e
tit
e
min
or h
ours of s leep.

ti
red
we
ary
i
drew
two
drawings:
i was hap
py.
i never f
elt t hat be fore in
my life.

i'm sorry.
it's alright.
really sorry.
i know it's alright, and i'm sorry, too.
it's alright.

the clean sheet and i
stare
at one's surface
for so long
without anything
to say to
each
other.

low

Slo
w s
low s
low i
just
do
nt k
now
what what w
hat to do
to do
to do to do.
So low low low
the
sun s
un sun
fri
ed all t
he fun
out
as well as my bra
in.
I have
n't wrote any
thing
not
hing not
hing not
hing.

I want you

There
we sat at a local cafe, with stories from the
both sides. With the night
wind, they ran away:
your little fingers
enclosed the cup.
Witnessed by a drunk
politician, who had a large
hole on his boot.
He was lost in a
backyard of a widow
who didn't know
this, but that's alright, because
I want you.

We
leaned against your
car neath the night
sky, my mouth
was talking
way more than yours.
Thunder strike the
runner on her shoulder,
her laughter
rang throughout
the night,
and that's alright, because
I want you.

I want you.
I'll love you
'til the stars fall
from the sky.
I'll stay with you
'til the oceans dry.
Sugar,
you're mine
'til the day I die.

Cliche quotes that capture
many minds, I could say it, too,
if you want me to.
But know that that isn't me,
I want your heart.
I'll probably be alright
if my boots were all torn,
but I won't be alright
if you tear
me apart,
sugar, I won't
break
your heart.
I want to make
love
to you in the
morn and at nights,
please don't call me
as one of your friends,
because I don't,
I won't,
I want
to be your lover
and more.
I want you,
I want you
so bad.

Freight Train

I-
tend t move
fast from
time t time.

Was a train goin t fast;
the trip,
only a few days,
should have
been a lot more
t last.

She got off
with her suitcase

an
her baby love.
On highway 20.

I,

tender as the night's gentle melody.
Perhaps, frightened
you, unwillingly
& unknowingly.
Granted, no no no no no no worries.
None at all.

It was 5:05
when it struck the thunder
riders o the desert.

In my
imagination,
you shed tears
with hands folded
tremblin.

Babe, don't
forget that
I am
what you're missin.

my kicks arrived on last friday. they are from new york, this gentleman previously owned it and never worn or he didn't dig the kicks so much- so i sent him a letter saying that i am in needing for a pair of kicks. kindly enough he sent it to me for free. the body has holes, so my feet are kept darling thru-out.

purchase

He went for a short walk. Without a destination, away from home, in his eskimo coat; like a rolling stone. He ended up at a local gas station: Shell, about two blocks away; his new kicks kept my feet darling. He noticed the door of the gas station's grocery store was opened wide: lights were escaping from inside, slicing the dark outside a few feet away. He entered. His and the clerk's eyes met, but it meant no more or less than a greet. He demanded for a pack of Pall Mall. The clerk swiftly turned around (as he already knew where Pall Malls were located on the shelf behind him).

When do you guys close? He asked.
We don't close, we're open twenty-four-seven. Was the response.
Nice. He retorted.

The clerk scanned the little box that was merely the size of a grown man's hand (possibly from the bottom of the palm to the mid-joint).

4. 49 The clerk said inanely.

The man reached out for his wallet in his back left pocket. And reached in for a five dollar bill: placed adjacent to an old and wrinkled ten dollar bill and handed it to the clerk. The clerk punched the buttons, the cash register spat its tongue out in a rude manner. The clerk was gathering the coins from each sections.

That's alright. He said.

He walked out while ripping open the packaging. He depicted a cigarette out from the pack and gently placed it between his lips and reached inside of his eskimo coat pockets for a book of matches. Once he had the cigarette lit, he was told by his black Casio wristwatch that it was 3:24 AM, May 29th. Nor tired or sleepy, he decided to go for a longer walk around the town. The chains of smoke rings left its trace, were the only evidence left of him.