words don't travel as they use to blocked by mountains scared of river beds drowning in wastelands bringing death, to her knees singing her song that sweet last song
Tag: Love
your song
this dream- the one that calls me in the morning eats with me at lunch and crawls into my sheets every night- i remember our first dance to Maroon 5 in a gym now we slow dance to Elton John i miss my wife but this life swipes my throat like a pup's belly. treasure;
lucky charms
the boy eats porridge every morning never deviates or wanders never wonders about lucky charms what is lucky charms doing tonight who are they with do they think about me do they like almond milk or 2%. never about orange juice never letting guard down for apples or other straggle fruits almond milk or 2%… Continue reading lucky charms
fruit lovers
just a small store nothing flashy just enough to get by selling fruit and a song. wrote it for you over a pear
mamba out
i remember the first couple games you were just an ordinary man ball in the hoop day in night out than you turned into a legend eight to twenty four an all star was born five rings later a legend four kids later a man crash later a god. i can trace my love of… Continue reading mamba out
mulligan
jacket weather never leave the house jacket weather lover. that's the type friday the first we woke on a boat that's the type of lover.
Senior Skip Day
just me and these goggles can't imagine missin' these days pjs an waffles won't put down the bottle won't get outta bed till noon lets not leave this room chill on this bed an stay awhile cuz damn this breakfast is good kick back an pull up my hood kick back an dream
elevator
the elevator in your intuition hasn't settled on a level floor by floor juggling balance and sanity. buttons on all floors mashed in flashed in fire escape button hit in a corner waiting
refugee
fighting away the urge to fight just take a flight find a home made out of bricks read about the licks you missed in a boat sailing away; far away that ain't very fair they made you mayor now they call you traitor blow your brains out with a lazer and that wouldn't phase her… Continue reading refugee
snakes loose
drawing blood to test if this dimension is habitable, when did this glass become so life like. now it is just right the walls caved in glass shot a tunnel of hiss flying box house of balloons
Saint's Muse 