Open Mic Session

To my left, on par

Moving constellations

On the country roads

I’ll never know

To my right, on plane

Planes my eyes’ creations

On the country roads

That aren’t home


Half heard during the day

Can you hear me at night?

The hills all look the same

More blurred when I’ve cried

I’ve been rereading this page

Will it be different this time?

Memorized but not sunk in

I don’t need the light


I’m obsessed with you

Are you obsessed with me?

A lack of privacy

Our fighting dichotomy

Half heard during the day

Can you hear me tonight?

We’re both on the same page

Stained on opposing lines


You’ll be lonely

You’ll be a disgrace

Stop fixating on one face

Stop fixating on one love

You’ve done more than enough


You’ll be peccable

You’ll be a faker

Stop fixating on others

Stop fixating on one love

You’ll be adored by more than enough


The phantom buzzing of falling

The 21st century courtesan

The reality dishes need washing

Your 20s containment plan

Half heard during the day

Can you hear me tonight?

Will this wisdom still hold

In another year’s time?