I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit
Don’t think that we Should berate I feel we must Coruscate Not focus on
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between
I feel it is my heritage To see your essence, know your bed To think the truth inside your hea… Because that’s what your actions s…
Connie L. and Billy Bright Always kept me up at night Had a love that never sleeps Wore their hearts out on their sle… Everything they felt inside
I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think