The street light buzzes day into nightyesterdays stench lingers in the summer airwrinkles on my face from many days gone byI say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closedGailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may...

Isn't it funny when you're younger, and people tell you that the moon has a way of reminding you of the past? Sitting here on this window sill I can't help thinking about Devin. How, in one night, I...

Standing like a figure from some Twain adventure i keep wondering when drubin's gonna put beads in that hair when the fires came up from the underworld he spit them out with a harsh breath i swear I have...