I’m dead tired late ‘n I been bad before,but it’s been a long time. And I don’t ask anything of you. I won’t ask. The ache is clutchin’ at me,‘n I know you ain’t bushy tailed either. ‘n somewhere–you ‘n I’ve got this castle/kingdomidealic idle fantasy,where I am yours,‘n you mine.where them shadow slips …
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Untitled #113 (2015)
I keep saying I want to love you, but really it’s just that I like having you around. And, I’d rather not see you go. that’s the best I …
Untitled #115 (2015)
Yeah,I’d like someone to hold me when those shadow shades come.I’d like someone to explain away the nightmares.I’d like someone who’ll understand. but I can’t give that back to anyone. ‘n it ain’t fair.it ain’t fair. so I ain’t promising anything.
Trust me, I’ve been love sick enough they gave me dramamine; you learn eventually. (2013)
Love ain’t the realm of absolutes,it ain’t a “forever ‘n ever”,so much as it’s a “as long as we work at it”. The key ain’t wrapped up in your sex life,It ain’t in the letters you write,It ain’t under dinner plates,It ain’t hidin’ in missed dates, Your love ended because someone, somewhere, gave up on …
Twain: Tenses (2014)
It’s been a long– hundred-packs or more, passion stuck embraces, pass-that-take-that-shoot-that-give-that-gotta-gotta-have-that, deep-sigh-song, ‘n it’s another, another dawn.It’s been a long, long time. There are no fingers as good as yours,no moans as marrow deep,no skin as home. And it ain’t bitter,been too long for that,just wonder at …
Untitled #10 (2014)
My soles ache.the bank account’s runnin’ on fumes.My soles ache. set in a thumpin’ bass guitar, distorted beyond recognition,kick up the drum machine. I’m ridin’ in the fog, Mississippi side, lookin’ at those signs in the middle distance where they ain’t gone, but the lines are blurrin’, ‘n you can just see ’em clutchin’, clutchin’ …
Untitled #103 (2015)
_ 404: The emotion you are looking for could not be found. –
Traveling Song Verse Three (2014)
she calls herself highways and gasoline,‘n I don’t doubt it,but darlin’ there’s only the one darlin’,‘n she’s menthols ‘n vices that ain’t kind to mornings. I’ve written more songs about her than I could ever drink, and they keep deluging themselves to page. when I see her highways from home,life …
Truman Show, Redux. (2013)
she’s got hard nipples,I can see ‘em by the glow of that LED screen,back arched, mouth agape,still a hundred more characters to go– “tell me somethin’ I don’t know.“ “what, like my follower count?” fingers clinched ’round waist,drivin’, drivin’, drivin’ homeshe’s got hard nipples,but you know that, don’t you. all the world–all the world’s …
Tonight (2013)
Tonight, oh tonight,Tonight I tire of productivity,Tonight I bow to subjectivity,Tonight I play We <3 Katamari,And watch t.v. on Netflix.Tonight will be beautiful.
