Angels, smoke rising up. Alcohol like a wave crashing inside you. Sometimes you get lonely, but there is usually a reason. Look for angels, have a drink. Take care of yourself

November 28th. Been up for 16 hours. Time to lay in bed and do it again tomorrow. Do what? "it" that might mean a drink or a job or a confession. Each day is different. "You are lucky to wake up" said an old man working a train somewhere in North Carolina.

well the ocean it was honest, said Im guilty of taking some lifes, but I hold more here than you could hear some have never seen the light

my wife well she was sober, said she couldnt find the time so she left  seemed scared with some other guy but I smiled and waved goodbye

Lost looking prints in snow by gray day.
Ice in boot and cold face, trudging towards child like ideas.
hammer on hip for no particular reason, maybe needed.
It's cold now and the fun is frozen if not gone.
Keep looking at those tracks. Look at the prints behind.
they are never coming back.

Three times I know of you escaped
I'm here now and won't let you go, not without fighting
not without me knowing you know WE are fighting.

skin cancer and death are different. I only hate one of them.
hours of *** and no ******, I am only sad of one.
Sweetness and phone calls and ghost telephones.
what am I trying to call?

I don't know. I know that whatever soul or force answers I can talk.
I can chat all night. I too will suffer all these things and when I'm in the ether of heaven I will answer the phone. I will explain nothing, I will say to go, go on and pretend it lasts forever. If not you go on towards an ending. Maybe there is none. I know, do you?

Worn out shoes that hurt, no money to resolve the issue. Find a pill or a drink or a friend or a field or the ocean or a bad habbit to soothe thy foot. Thy, there , then. it is all ****** babe. fast food, cigarettes, western medicine, drink or gasoline. The ******* figured out how to get paid and get away with it. It, what is that........its you.

We only have so many days and words.
To count them all may take all of our time.
Keep and carry your heart like sheep in herds.
For your heart reveals your love and your crimes.

Chase my heart, my words, in ten syllables.
To carry with us the weight of all grief
Burn my past, null my mind, I’m miserable
Try finding home or some sort of relief.

How should I say that I’d like to go young
People are saving to live past their pain.
When all love is gone and all songs been sung
Let’s meet in heaven and sip nice champagne.

Now off with my head as the sky turns black,
This time here we spent can never come back.