I watch the ****** on 5th St. dressed to **** circle over the wounded with starving appetites for all the sweets on display and perfume to up temptation for another 5 or 10 for Waffle House. Love is easy with fixed price and no strings. All I want is someone to hold onto. I still wait.
My body, driftwood Remnants of a ship That hit the wall Hours ago And floating Conversations erode Into splinters Corpses, these words Clutching at emotions For one last lifesaver To keep me alive Drifting on the surface In hopes to find home