I feel so lost...
I need to find myself
By myself, spinning
Spiraling out of control..

What is that sound I hear?
A voice...
A whisper in the dark..
It says my name, I hear it
Like a rushing wind I feel it

But.. but I don’t see anything
It laughs mockingly
Toying with my emotions slowly...

Lost.

I need to find myself...

You left like I wasn’t reason to stay
Not being heartless I’m just using my heart less

All I wanted was your time but that was a crime

Wrapped up in misery you became a mystery
Two peas in a pod estranged from one another
Almost inevitable
All you had to do was stay.

I've glommed on
to the skin's erie plahn
grow bones and brains
to carry me around and
rub me up aghainst
everiedamnthingahh

Alcohol should be
Alcohol should be
Alcohol, one would think,
No?
But each has its own
His own
Or her own particulites
making them truly
Of the earth
Unique

This white wine for instance
Has a certain
How do you say?

I shot three arrows today
A triangle spread around the bullseye
Was close enough
With the smell of grass
And setting sun

It becomes so natural
Extension of yourself
Extensions of yourself
It is not done
It simply is
I do not practice archery to ****
I practice to live
On planted feet
Finger and kiss point
Meet under pressure
Focus
Release
It is not done it simply is

In a burning pine forest
Burning ash falling about
The devil and god are raging inside me
Does anyone recognize what I'm.. No,
Probably not

Face up against the window
Eyes full of road, plains grass,
and a far away mountain pass
The sweet smell of summer
creeping through a window
that's slightly cracked
in a beat up old Volkswagen
with a broken 8 track

Mom's sleeping in the front seat
and dad's got some country music
singing sweet serenades softly
through twitchy speakers in a broken
door panel while we work our way
across God's country from
sea to shining sea

There's something magical
about a road trip
black asphalt
and the sight of a farmer's sprinklers
at sixty and five miles an hour
two in the afternoon
on a hot and dusty strip
of road between hotels and night's
long starry pauses
and sun's yawning rises

Nobody loves it more than
little boys and girls in a backseat
with a blanket
a pillow
and some snacks to watch
America come to life on a
window-cranked movie screen.

Move Along There's Nothing to See Here
By Steven L Herring

Couples.
I hate watching couples.
I hate watching videos about couples
and marriage.
There's a finality flitting about them.
You can see the grave markers
shackled to their feet
like cheap price tags at a thrift store
dragging behind them
through the murk and the mud.

I was married once
It was filled with
damage and demand
and amusement park arguments
and broken promises
coming from all directions.
It was like running through the woods
looking backwards but bouncing
off of trees.
A soarly sour payment
for living life on my knees
and practicing idolatry.

Partners…
more like panthers in the dark.
Sharp teeth to tear skin from bones.
One steps out
while one slams the door
to anything near the word agreement.
Thanks for the reminder.
I'll pay more attention to my dog.