And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
Coffee is something of a ritual Standing tall, I repeat the mantr… “Flat White Please” Sometimes to go but best to stay As I sit and stare at your eyes
These scattered trees mean a lot t… And so often I think that here I’… Many years ago I sent a message Or two. On how I’d explore your f… Teenage fantasy written in bliss m…
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
Syllables swim through your texts Perhaps not for you but I feel The rhythm, the pull, the give Back and forth and The pause.
Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
I wonder who decided on the big tv Saw a nice hill and thought, I co… Dig it up shuffle it to the side a… Shit why not Add some seating too
I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes
I’ve seen others dumped Cast off and forgotten With sweet rotting I’ve seen them decompose Into sweet liquor as people
Come, come come come, He said grinning with blindingly w… Or maybe it was the sun? Strange, being beckoned on Worry not, I’m sorry my man
The glint on your braces as the su… Them was not enough to make me fro… Gladly I’d sear my corneas to see… I didn’t even mind when my lips go… And when they did and they bled I…
You’d think it was magic the way You can’t make time What do I do then? Do I dance naked under the moon In blood rituals or some such beca…