A spongy asphalt carpet to lie on this evening
two beer drenched receptacles of loneliness...

This is the right step in the wrong direction
i don't think ill ever care...

A conjunction is...
a simple function...

Well, you know the day ive had
those days that never seem to fade...

Turn the keys & put the lights on low
i sold my ties, took a chance at running...

If writing is the cheapest
form of art...

As i sit in here in mild trepidation
i wonder what lies amidst that stare...

Sifting through this landscape
stretched far and wide, yet few between...

Above a cheaply plateaued landscape
of dime-a-dozen evergreens...

I woke up this morning
just to pick up the front page...

We sat behind a window that peered into the world,
where every mind passed by...