Soberly
It wasn’t obvious Didn’t slip away suddenly Gradually, in tiny motions Myself and I parted ways
The Sweetest Burn
When I lay under the moon, she sings to me.In gentle warm tones, like rain outside
TO ANYONE WHO EVER ASKS (If I’m Long Unheard From)
connie, you vanished on an august day in 1970. and for you, i take my pills
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Morally Bankrupt
I am morally bankrupt—so Cheatin on myself/ stealing from myself—shaming me. And the to compound my
Catalogue as landscape
if, when the wife is sleepingthe air hangs above herfull of particles in a sun-driven dance,setting
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29 Palms
The hiss of a last drag cigarette.On our backson an old black and tanNavajo saddle blanketthat