peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
i used to go to Gramma’s every Sunday evening we would order pizza watch whatever shows we could agree on
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
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…
with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them
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
so close to travels rocks along the railroad tracks never board the train
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
word traveled fast about the man with the crying ears sad with silence an absence of music left an absence in him
in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy
I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no
