a safe position back against the wall. a simple shrug to shrug the questions off. there's no action. there is no reaction. coveted, i fight the consequence.
When we were burning. These stained walls would swell with passion. Our sweat warped the wooden floorboards. You'd kick out the nightlight. And let the moon bleed through the window.
Staring up at stars. From the back seat of a stationwagon. Carving the night. Trees keep marching by. Light poles blur into a stream. Blazing laser beams.
Hey, Are you sleeping?. We've got nothing better to do. Than just lay here, together. Let it pass.... It wasn't so hard to destroy. Now its not so easy to forget.
watching cars. or will we be passed by. will anyone stop for us. be passed on. the day passes away. and we're alone. the moment cracks along the sidewalk.
"Bon Voyage". And promptly he hung up the phone. There was a doorbell ringing. So he snuck out onto the terrace. He said "If these were my last words,.
Less talk, more dancing. If we could push off the sick conversation one more night. I surely would. My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard. Have I soiled your gown?.
Wind blown. A semi capsized in the storm. Stranded. The rains of June have cleansed it. A baptism of sufferage. . Take two. One man beneath a waning moon.
everything is alright and awful. get yourself another. we'll stay up all night. and toast to friends we never had. stranger angels have swung around this table.
Since I wrote this am I the culprit. These useless wisdoms I dispense. At your expense. Picture postcards. A three minute essay. Some scribbled words to four line verse.
Let's get one thing straight,. we don't have any answers.. We are proposals in a cosmic nursery,. and these massive stars,. they're just little twinkles,.
Strung out on leaving. One leg stretched for the curb. The other one grounds itself against rebirth. So the swallows will stay in the barn. The finches left a long time ago.
Northern winds came whistling through evergreens. Like trains, one temper broods until a temperature breaks. And blooms, smashing and tearing what we've worked toward.
A right at the light. It's the long way home. But we've got a long time to kill. Before our guts are gutted. Of bad blood they've spilled. . I left on the light.
you got mixed feelings. upon arrival. you sneak to the bathroom. you stared so long. at the corpse you have become. . i thought there'd be more than this.
Clad.. . I'm wearning thin my invitation.. . I'll wear it out. But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you. We could burn up so close. We could burn to our cores..
Hold your breath, dear. This ship is going down. We're all downhill. Running with our timebombs. These shins are cracked and splintered. These lips are crusted shut.
That's cool.. I guess you're fitted for solitude. This suit doesn't fit you. Lonely fish - cry in this cage. Does your owner ignore you?. . Well, now I'm thinking that I.
Sweating with confidence. They're soiling our egos. And we're locked at the hip. Don't cut the cord too short. . You've cut yourself off. I thought we agreed.