Thursday, October 3, 2019
Friday, June 8, 2018
Hexed
I’ve given up,
giving up
music that reminds me of you.
That reminds me of the room
filled with ambiance and glinting star light
and your starry eyes.
Washing over me, like your words
and your arms filled with love
and all the me too, let's do..
Reminiscing in hazy clouds
with bottles of bubbles,
parts of poems and prose.
Freeing myself from the promises
you'd never kept and never meant to.
Thank you, for all your thank yous and
appreciation and proud of yous.
I'm better off reading them in a text
than to be hexed, by you.
music that reminds me of you.
That reminds me of the room
filled with ambiance and glinting star light
and your starry eyes.
Washing over me, like your words
and your arms filled with love
and all the me too, let's do..
Reminiscing in hazy clouds
with bottles of bubbles,
parts of poems and prose.
Freeing myself from the promises
you'd never kept and never meant to.
Thank you, for all your thank yous and
appreciation and proud of yous.
I'm better off reading them in a text
than to be hexed, by you.
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Shades of a Summer Memory
The same-siders eating out, bellying up
at the biker dive downtown, all around town.
Two-up going coastal,
kissing, touching, loving, fading into the heat of June.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
drowning out and out, the noise of the world.
Shoved against the back of the hatch or
strewn out fading in the bed of it.
Dusk into dawn watching the light,
catch the many shades of you.
at the biker dive downtown, all around town.
Two-up going coastal,
kissing, touching, loving, fading into the heat of June.
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
drowning out and out, the noise of the world.
Shoved against the back of the hatch or
strewn out fading in the bed of it.
Dusk into dawn watching the light,
catch the many shades of you.
Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Backseat Driving
Tail-light facing, uphills facing downslope.
Height ribboning, flowing
sideways, upwards, down ways.
Silence more comforting
than the babble of lips brambling about
things we'll never see on the same plane.
4. 2017
Height ribboning, flowing
sideways, upwards, down ways.
Silence more comforting
than the babble of lips brambling about
things we'll never see on the same plane.
4. 2017
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