everyday
i dedicate
to myself
to be better
than yestersay
so far
i am 0 for 30.
but maybe
today will be different.
Tag: Honest
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what would taylor think
fallen over a couch after a pint and a half
brush your face
it’s to early
to fall
chess
they sometimes ask
what’s your next big move.
i’ll tell ‘em a lie
something extravagant,
somewhere beautiful,
away from the board.
myth
pray for me
they keep talkin’ on me
keep that mouth away from me.
just a worldy wonder
a monolith
you leavin’ with filth
leavin’ here real high, a –
messy lap
these eyes
will never fall from yours
as we walk across moons
walk across seas
will swim towards land
float through open trenches
to your arms;
frosting-
level heads bang like coconuts
igor
transfused:
bleeding finger tips
over your tan washed drum kit
dragging your worship like a rotting corpse.
early on sundays to meet
before wandering eyes can undress
my wishful thinking;wishing
and put her in wolf fur.
i am sorry for missing our date
not one to do that
but
i can’t promise
that it won’t
happen again
or crash
the falling isn’t the worst part
it’s the moment right before
you land;
it’s here in a blink
while the other eye
is idle
wind resistance
i didn’t believe;
the wind would come
whisper in italics
just to follow the whispering scent-
to follow —
to follow —
to follow ——-
to let the wind carry you
without the worry
faulty timing
shape up or she’ll be gone
listen up, if you were a man
you’d know what’s going on at home
“your” home- nothing but a coward
nothing is what roams these halls
calls to you in the night
reads to you in the dark-
it’s frosty in this bed
our bed
the one we share
just never at the same time
broken buildings, broken fingers
chances are
the next life
won’t remember this one;
fingertips leaving fingerprints on invisible walls
on a construction site
strangers pass over sewer pipes carrying messages
messages free of bottles and free of dismissal
free of happiness;
Saint's Muse 