Her home was the sea andHis love had never known the wavesEach day an encore performanceOf a long gone tragedy
it was a legendary lovethe kind to make satan shakeand poets shiver in delight
of all the things I wanted to be growing upI never considereda cup, but the way you hold yourspress it to your lipsnever let it out of sight…
She was midnightthunder.A rumble in theheavy shade youstill felt comemorning.
I would carve my own heartsaw off a spare beat or twoIf that’s what it tookto get to you
Even by western standards I own more than my fair share of things. In recent years I have attempted to be more mindful of…
So simple it requires nearly no effort. You don’t have to look far at all to find a reason to hate— something despicable is happening at the corner of about every block and in the aisle of about every supermarket.
Has it really only been that long? It feels like forever. What’s that saying? Time flies when you have no idea what in the…