if you dream me dream me without these horns without scorn back beside the lord
there once was a drop of water misplaced in the ocean that was meant for something more never belonging with other drops lost at sea
i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems
he left behind a loving wife three children many close friends and the best damn dog this side of… sadly
regret of the clock once wanted to be a watch even time gets lost
it’s okay if you want to stay insi… listen to a Bon Iver song on repe… eat too much ice cream and think about all the girls that got away
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
coiled in a moment of wonder to ponder the venom of his existen… remembering every instance that he prepared himself to strike with no recollection of hatching
it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…
the old ghosts ask me “what have you done?” to which i say “i have played guitars, and even b… i have walked endless miles throug…
that moment right after you’ve finished readin… when the mind gets to digest and what Jeffers referred to as “The honey of peace”
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
