i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
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
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit
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
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…
dying to stay in tune they rattle eagerly to play one last song
just in case we never find each ot… if the days between us are forever… if the moon has led you to another… if you travel always the road away… just in case we awake
i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies
tailored finely to be worn proudly on the dance floor on the moon over top-shelf martinis over the rainbow
shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy
loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…
it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…