I have already succumbed to the burgeoning knowledge that my endeavors will come to naught,
Prose, song, story, photography, bouquet,
Beget not the notoriety I had, in truth, craved.
But let that disappointing greed be of bygone days-
Perhaps in future I will grow content to lay with what
My arts instill in me, solely
If I regain heart enough to craft, to sing, to wit-
For myself, only.

Out of every pore I’m breathing
Out of every shattered pulse
I’m sorry that you’re cleansing
I can’t feel you here at all
There’s a hollow where I’m mending
All the rafters you’ve torn down
There’s an ache of which
I’m grieving
But my lips don’t make a sound

I'll be on the ocean, floating away
& maybe we'll meet in Cancun someday

I listen to music which makes me cry,
Begging it to let me down one more time
Sun-soaked, riding down from an adrenaline high
Laughing, tossing, thrown around the carnival
Fried, sugary kisses into the sunset
Cheap polyester prizes and
Knowing we ain't made of time,
But spontaneous dreams and childlike wonder
We won't run out this time,
I'd bet one more ride, and always
One more song

I let my laptop die over the pain and keening,
The leaving for sake of leaving,
"Maybe you'd be happier this way"
Let the lyrics sink to the bottom of the ocean,
I let my laptop die,
I let my laptop die and I walked away

Tea residue,
Glowflies, cashmere
Cliffside
See the torn cloth upon the rocks,
Splinters from the mast
Salt tears, salt blood, salt from trade
Broken china
Saffron
It's all salt and sand and blood, now
Washing up the beach in the night,
Shadows from the fire light
The jaws, they gnash

The hungry ocean, the cliff's teeth, the fire burning,

Whichever takes of me first
But I would choose the undertow
For blacking out without the air to breathe,
And lungs filled where nothing could sate the thirst
Of my greedy heart above, and my ugly stomach below