laying like semi-colons
stretched, rubbing faces
we learned it is not time
but touch that truly crazes

to the future, i hope you know that within you exists such rich abundance of everything ( Read more... )

a tree, i was, standing so very tall ( Read more... )

it's been some time now
maybe a month or two
and i've learned not to swallow
anything i can't chew

in the wind is where the ghosts are ( Read more... )

i'm so selfish, so very selfish
you look at the ground and i get jealous
and these hugs, they won't help this
but what we're doing holds merit
and how you feel, i can bear it
i just don't want to be your horse
running in place for the carrot

i once was a pauper
earning only a yawn for each bore
and you, you were my finest lover
but mine you are no more

this fucking life will be the death of me

it was the butcher, in the butchershop, sharpening his knife
all the carnivores, surrounding, with canines ready to bite
we're all howling at the moon, honey, and can't you see
the book you read isn't supposed to take you away from me

my girlfriend wears black pants
and me, i wear blue
and i think i've already forgotten who she'd be
if she wasn't you