Where do your lusted lips lay when the moon skirts through, When the the owl sweeps searching for his ill-fated shrew? Do they sit softly…
It wasn’t the usual dainty cry, Where her mouth sags over and eyes roll in. It wasn’t lamb tears that drop away Creating a slow…
I bet the air is toasted in cigarette smoke While liquor glosses over the wooden trim. Everyone is smiling, including yourself, It’s just another Thursday.…
Your black shell hooks to hang, Does your wearer play the white man’s song? Waiting for the bell to ring, Sleeves sulking as the…
“And they took offense at him. But Jesus said to them, ‘A prophet is not without honor except in his hometown and in his…