she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

I keep coming back just when ya think “there is no

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

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

sound becomes idea phenomenon of music as to hear a soul

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

right at that age where she is lea… like a cynical fox taking guarded… in the forest still looks for someone she doesn’… but knows it is because she believ…

avoiding cocoons pride is the caterpillar that shuns butterflies

slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence

a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for