Speaking less is not the solution
Speaking with the truth is the final sum

Somedays this whole
that I don't feel
is like a hole
that needs filling.
An empty space
that won't let go.
Another place I find
myself in that's growing old.
But that's the highway
talking, because
if I was a walking
man I would have gone
home a long time ago.

The love of
my two grandmas
three dogs
and two cult leaders
who are dead
and the love of
four ex's
and five or six best friends
who are just gone

Once I used to drink
with this girl who told me
we could live on an island
if I never touched her

she had this way with words

sit at the foot of my bed
she said, like a ghost

watching the boat in the cove
lose hope for its shadow

these days she hides
behind the shades
still wanting me to find her

somebody to love.

When I hover
Over your heavenly body,
I'm ******* the constellations
In braille.

The moon wades the sea
and lifts his curved blade

to cut loose the tide
tied to the shore

and it's high time I listen
for the secret word

that tells me to turn
out the light and go home.

Neal died on the train tracks somewhere in Mexico.

Jack died at his Mother's house in St. Petersburg, FL.

Remember that.

I was looking in the mirror
My worst enemy I had seen,
It was me and it gave me fear