living in hell

tour guide out of service

mailman skips our block

trip too an upper level cost to much.

first class only for the living

business class for the heavenly

leafs cross an unbreakable cross road

the living skips our block.

tragedy bites the roof off

dark matter

and life stock will flee through open doors

trample the weak

once a week

death will skip our street.

the time we have

is time we can’t be wastin’

every challenge we facin’

and we tellin’ a lie

that we can’t live under sky

that feelin’ tonight

 

but where are we now

 

tossin’ an turning

burning the feeling

till we get shot down

and the way that we kissing will turn up that frown

this life to small

for us to stall

break down these walls

 

skies the limit

I know we can feel it

I know we can do it

break up and make up

just need a wind up

while we setup I’ll chase the roof

so we can seal it

conceal it until we can steal it.

 

hate wasting time-

not wasted but still found myself on the roof.

It’s safe up here- penny for your thoughts

and it’s tax free

moving clouds with a kiss

two streets and a bliss.

the music is still pumping

smog in the air

deflate in the air

the music is still pumping

can hear two downstairs

the walls are unforgiving.

He chased and ran- all day

to catch just- a slight glimpse

of what could be- right.

Thighs burned

marathon finished

and he’ll cherish that medal.

 

then it was time to swim

Mac said it best;

just need a way out-

he was drowning and now

he’s living

swim to chase.

 

He chased all day-

to catch a little something real

and well it was worth it

and day will only get better

and a brief time, won’t feel right,

and love will be worth a fight.

 

He ran all day

and saw a shooting -star-

he let a tear fall

on suede shoes

and he’ll remember this

for every step.

 

 

I saw your face

in a lit candle

in Bed Bath & Beyond.

Slow walk through the isles

make love for display

headlights and horn blast.

Get thrown out-

face on a picture- not allowed back here

gps the closest one so we can go round two.

Will grow old here

mirrors on our arms so we can’t grow old now

and will be alive here.

Candle in my eyes

and we both getting lose here-

next year- will meet in the middle

maybe a Lowes- find our newest low.

Face on a picture

it’s our first one

caught smiling- running with our ass out.

I don’t think

I can keep my mind straight

freight train

ride along blast through cities

all rear no holding on tight.

Can’t remember the last time

you stayed over for a past night

last life- won’t miss it for a past crime.

Tied to the tracks with a foul mouth

won’t die quiet or count time

speed demon- never cash out

call it quits when I turn grey

here tomorrow till I stand out.

Challenge the sun won’t rise

break a promise and four ties

swing lemons and two lies.

on flat feet

waiting on challenged feat

true challenge, self care.

Just me myself and you

can’t des-cribe it

that’s the challenge.

Move on

out the way

my baby is calling meee.

Travel real far

backpack across- it’s a real challenge

but not for you.

Not a damsal with one life line

real comfort

just real bonus.

A real deal

new deal

and it’s the new balance

we found.

a pool of crickets and lily pads

trinkets tossed if a rush and uturn

updraft and smacking lads

frisky and drunk-

drunk enough to see the subtitles backwards

call in the morning and seeing the message tomorrow

afterwards- couldn’t watch the sunset.

it wasn’t the same one

fire rounds

you said you’d be the one

and you’re not around-

it isn’t fair

the day we went to the fair

dimples so sweet

can see it from a booth afar

and now I’m alone at this lake-

craving a day at the fair

no farewells just the day

fade in sipping wine in May

fade out the lake is in the way

just need you to stay

Best behavior-

the camera is tilted to the right

side of the bed

catch the morning sickness

sick to thee knees and I’ll be here all week.

Weak but I’ll be here

striving to reach those heights we set-

setting and striving up the sloped keys

the lock at the secret hills

secret tropes

ropes and ropes

stalling in the middle of winter

summer laughs on our behind

behind a velvet vip.

climbing and a wait

and a wait

with a sock on the door

I stare at it.

The last thing that was said in a script

torn in half-

ending at a time where the folded

paper fell end-less-ly.

The scenes wrote themselves

interactions, development,

romantic – entanglement

down the middle

breaking ties with visions of a big screen debut-

down for the count

stout and a pint

words of salvage

picked back up

tape and elbow grease

and work.

The script is worth it-

never seen a work of art

this real and authentic

with connection that you wouldn’t

understand unless you stood under

the sun questioning

why.

What’s going on?

nothing right now-

silence and absence

questioning why

in an abandon warehouse watching the stars hoping for a flicker of communication.

balance is the key-

the text on the fortune cookie

a scale in one and a blade in another

nothing right now-

only to repair the same story

with the ending it deserves.