The tingle on the bottom of my lip

he can barely reach it.

He’ll bite and bite until blood runs dry

and the tingle will prescrivere.

Standing tall on the mountain of insanty

and queen of lust.

He’ll carry her through hell

and she’ll dub him her king

and blood will run.

It was never meant to be easy.

Walked tall, a pistol at your side

and the saloon-was closed.

Now hiring and you chuckled

Smoke rising above your head

horse trotting to Western song playing in your head

riding off into the sunset for the thousandth time.

It’ll never be enough.

Resting in ice, the queen looks on below

loyal subject, shoveling the coal down low.

The moon brought forth the guided hook

the crescent arrow to bring the queen, rightfully home.

She watches it and reaches out and let’s go

like the time before and before.

She’ll watch her family, bring them life

a pound of meaning and a full dream.

The tie around my neck

stranglesthelife

from once youthful eyes.

Black was a secondary

untilthecoldnightsecures

a lukewarm fault.

Lines of angels

forwardthinkingrightangleand

I’ll fall.

The tie around my neck

symbolofforwardthinkersofthepast

will die with them.

I’ll walk in line

as I draw it myself

Happy ever after

single hint

never mentioned the purest moments

fine print.

It’s the mirror, kaleidoscope

moving history in my eyes, floating:

The first kiss

the first month

the first fight

makeup

makeup again

meeting the parents

they still hate me

you wear my ring

the night we got our first dog from the rescue shelter

we called him Raisin.

never mentioned the purest moments

single hint.

Breaking promises

it wasn’t her- words tripped a long the checkered flag

threw the ring

phone doesn’t ring

still with her mom

they really hate me now

haven’t seen Raisin in a week

have never felt this weak.

Happily ever after

the fine print.

Sister is getting married

she stole our wedding plans

down the Rockies along the river bank

we laughed and hoped she tripped

not really though

but maybe just a small trip

you stole the show

and I remembered,

It’s the mirror.

Bad Days will come

Bad Weeks will follow

Bad Months will drag

a single hint?

No one ever mentioned the purest moment

was the Bad, the happy ever after, the fine print

and we danced.

Lakeside and Rockies,

I see them in my dreams

and in pen.

Fresh landing

momentum carrying strong

dicing like craps.

I’ll never stop.

Breaking boards with my mind

line down targets until I find

these quiet Rockies.

The River calls to me,

I’ll take just my pen

honey in a jar

night in the vale

and I’ll row down that River.

Bowie said it was be more glamorous,

Angles dancing, life isn’t taking you nowhere, run from the shadow.

I’ve seen the angels dance, but I’ll be damned

if the shadow locks down a single minute

of dancing time with my Angel.

We paid the price, twice

hell- three times over and the black coat comes again.

Streets coated in arms

saved centuries ago

and protected today.

The line was drawn

the trigger was pulled

and the price is being paid.

The receipt runs wild

the bank sewed shut

with a no return policy.

She watched the clock night and night again waiting for a time

a time that clock skipped.

cuckoo cuckoo

she skipped through locked doors and gated communities

sirens chased, dogs barked, children cried.

Whistling old man cursed as she ran through his lawn and picked up the phone.

Grasped it in her hand, watching the bird retreat to its nest.

Shaking.

Crying(not alone) breath on the other end.

The absence of dial tone speaks louder then then voice.

Anticipation breaks through her skin like Alien on a ship.

The clocks song ends, and skips, quiet breath and a silent sob.

You ever miss someone you talk to all the time?

To feel them closer than the finger nails to the touch

the eye to the lash

pirate to the ship

sailing to get back to you faster to tell you

you’ll never need someone else.

The warning sign reads: selfish

selfish to want you all to myself

the wheel wouldn’t resist, if it could

anchor in the middle of the ocean

when your song is sung aloud.

Dive in the icy pond and swim-_swim

towards land for the last first time.