A women's trust is similar to a flower.
Her very soft heart is like petals,
If you break it, she will lose her trust in you,
and just as you can't put a flowers petal back,
you can never get her to trust you.

And
you were just
  like the     moon,
    so lonely, so
full of imperfections
                                                                          but just like the moon..
                                                                                 you           shined
                                                                             in times of darkness

there are
some mothers
who will warn you

to never ever
(ever ever)
touch the stove,

but there are
some mothers who
will drag you right to it

kicking & screaming,
laughing
as they

watch the flames
lick at your fingertips.

                       -WHEN YOU'RE TAUGHT TO SEE THE WORLD
                          THROUGH FIRE, NOTHING LOOKS SAFE.

The
Double edged
blade of
pain, giving
strength
and depression,
the
will to move
forward,
and hide in
your corner
of the
world.

Lost.
It’s pleasing.
Take it.
E.
E.
Ez.
Breeze is nice up here.
The dust must conjure.
The emotions ride.
Arrive from biscuit town.
Say hello to the scarecrow.
His ma works for a blues musician.
She is the blues musician.
His brother knows everything about Trump.
Even when he *****.
His sister loves Bruce Lee.
Or at least the aesthetic of him.
Bigfoot shot himself back in time.
To meet Jack Kerouac.
When he got there he learned that Jack was captured by the Yakuza.
He did nothing and went home.
Mr. Scarecrow was bigfoot.
A little girl told him that he was going to die alone.
That he wouldn’t mind the pain.
That everything he changed wouldn’t work.
It would all just be the same.
Don’t fall in love the little girl said to him.
What the hell does she know.
She’s 10 years young.
But i’m stuck here with Arthur Russell material.
Echoing a voice to the world.
Hoping to mean something.
Listen for a call back.
Peace within.
Call back.
Please call back.
I’ll stand of frozen bridges while they melt.
Then dive head first into the water.
Sink.
Sink.

Sink to the lowest point of my existence.