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
it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties
time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?
i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
last seen at the brink of the abys… screaming at god laughing at the devil and smoking loose tobacco dark eyes and burnt skin
it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
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
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss