poetry poetry
im here with you again
writing sappy rhythms
of a brighter future

but **** the future
we've got time to live

cheep paint chipping from your nails
makes shapes like animals
reminding us why were here
birds on telephone wires
make silhouette in your windows
create create destroy
create destroy create
oil paintings painted from memory's
that never really happened
because when you draw from what you know
you find depth you never knew existed