I have not been writing enough.
The beach the ocean the liquor the life guarding
Hath made me a sluggard. Lazy, un-inspired, creatively empty.
These crazy hazy days of summer,
The tourists the internationals the Irish the *******.
Have me numb drunk and in love.
But I am not writing enough.
Since leaving the mountains, the west, the Rockies, my pen has ceased to create,
breath, live.

this is just something written to stand the test of time

Don't tell me the good things about myself
Is it... destructive I've tired of hearing or believing?
Show me how to dance I maybe have forgotten how to take a chance
Forever coming down just to come back around I hate to love the way it tastes
Show me all the charming things about George Bush that nobody ever likes to face
Sometimes letting you down gets me off.
Ashamedly lying can do the same thing.
keep trying keep trying

When I rise and rinse off sin
I fancy myself a Prince.
Although since coming up over the mountains,
my words seem minced. Pummeled in the gut,
limp limping from rut to rut.

Collapsing on the side shoulder. I
lay splayed. Maybe my head is cut,
But
this fight is far from over.
Chest held high held tight, I call myself a soldier
fighting against growing older.

I wince, filtering through blurred stories that are my fables,
fate's hand grips holding stable,
picking me up by and by and off of the shoulder.

I met her.
A silver tongue.
Driving Dads Silverado
through the danky dirt roads of little Silverton.

Thin throat swallowing
it's gum.
Pouting come and play come and play

Seductive hopeless
Cracked hips
Seamless lips

Whispering
"Don't you know that all we have is today?"

Well, don't you say.
Let's not waste any time staring,
high into the sky.
Eyes growing dry,
dry wind gusts with a flutter.

"Did I stutter?"
...
"Follow me this way,
look through these shutters."

I will keep you cold

I will peak,
shattering all molds.
Pity don't give up,
be bold!

I will keep you cold

Crisp leaves, fall from the trees.
White clouds white crystals
Driving around, I need my ******* money.
At least Colorado is sunny.
  
Falling right back into old habits.
Sobriety like chasing wild rabits.

Did you see that badass biker with the gloves?
A million dollar highway awaits, join me, love.

Feel that cold clean mountain air,
it cleanses.
At last I am breathing no longer seething.
Look how cute Silverton is, from the mountain retreating.

Winding down the pass,
Red mountains  linger looming large above.
The Switzerland of America
White clouds white crystals

keep going keep moving keep driving keep flying stop smoking quit choking

obscenely adrift on a sea of steam
awake from my daydream stifling a scream
baking in the midnight moon
I feel as though I left you all
too soon