i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight

in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

i am my own ghost i am haunted

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

decorated in soft skin vines of fire drape around her fireproof face my eyes kneel in worship of a goddess passing by

quick to lock ourselves in a prison cell of arrogance incarcerated by our own egos freedom can not happen until we reach through the bars

our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

you lose your breath when the fist hits your gut you lose your mind when you love a woman you lose your keys

it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two

that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers