wanderer at heart;
piper never paid
laid on the bay
for all to feast on an open buffet
open everything
not a line
just left on a vine
Tag: Love
waving plague
everything in my palms
turn black
arm circles
turn the planet cold
icicle tips
sharpened by the endless night
closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
finished; page two
second place isn’t losing
just a daily reminder
that you have further to go;
i see it in the mirror every morning
a glow staring back
the brown in my eyes catch fire
run it back
the night we walked away
i want it back
the defeat crawling on my skin
i’ll carry it on my back
until next time;
razzles & finger guns
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
deadly joke
shame on me
laughing for hours
at your own misery
blood stained hands
drawing happy faces
on the earth,
passive forks
i don’t know where this is going
it’s not you it’s me
i think we are just heading into differnet directions
blah blah blah
echo’s down empty corridors
empty words
sprayed on empty walls,
begged for the truth
met with the distance
and a beer
lonely timer
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
a night long ago;
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
burning mansion;
trial of fire;
belly of butter
churn a wheel
open the door
crank the wire
guild of fire,
we built these chains
latched them on
cried for freedom
watched the light from a keyhole
Saint's Muse 