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They hunt you this time for your brain and not your body they seem to be everywhere, all sides, pressing in they want you scared, they want y..

Oh Paul don’t give in her kiss is poison and she’s venomous, she’ll get under your skin, you’ve been there before,..

Chris said, the beast comes at night and that struck me as poetic, as phrases sometimes do and it’s bounced around in my brain for week..

The desert is a harsh b***h with long swept hips and a cool glare I climbed up her thigh naked and I saw nothing, nothing to delineate the..

I’m sitting here all broken up about Billy and he’s twenty-seven years in the grave his ghost though, I think maybe it still wanders..

We trooped down the hillside the four of us caught up in the old American ideal shooting irons and the boom we carried 9mm and 12 gauge (shou..

Good lord the way her a*s fits into them jeans is proof that God loves us and wants for us to be happy she pumps her gas with a steady han..

They called him Train Boy and they whistled and clattered along after him like empty boxcars on a lonely stretch in Nevada they whistled and..

They say you can’t buy love and that’s probably true but I’ll tell you what I can do buy this fifth of drink and if I d..

I get the feeling as a poet I’m supposed to write about everything and take it to heart and try and make these connections between e..