The taste is bitter the luck grows thinner, and doubt fills every pore.
Am I to bold to fear the adventures you seek
Outside of gas and heat.

Be wise be free be wild be Natalie.
I know dear friend, I'll see you again.

Revised...

:) you sneaky little *****.

crooked footsteps
fall and sink
into my mind's
dark abyss,
it is one filled with
cold thoughts that
are constantly choking
but never quite able
to wretch up the
potential of a good
thought.

i saw the clouds light up with color today,
a scene perfect for a picture,
but as i went back to capture the moment,
it had gone and passed,
a fleeting second in time.

most moments are like this,
here one minute and gone the next,
and it’s difficult to grab them
when we’re too busy looking to the future,
too busy imagining other possibilities.

you see, i don’t know what i’d have done
if you hadn’t been there,
and i hadn’t been there,
and the moment didn’t present itself,
wasn’t ripe for the picking.

(i think i could be falling in love with you.)

I envy modern arts
****** pigmented *******.

Watching blue waves of smoke roll off the heaters  blow
As I kiss you with my stale beer breath.

We are humans. Hydrogen and bonded.

By each moment.

Even as I chase you down for one last cigarette,
Vietnam is running out.

arise my child,
from your stew,
bubbling and burning
and eating your way
through my stomach's lining.

arise and creep up into
my chest and lungs,
and nest there and
stop my breathing.

slither through my cold veins
and block my heart's valves,
stop my pulse,
i beg you,
i've raised you for
seventeen long years and
the only favor i ask of you now,
is to **** me.

"au revoir mon amour" our hero uttered under his breath,  having finished his morning coffee. having one less sugar than usual it was one hot serving of disappointment. as the sole source of morning energy it was a crisis bearing eerie similarity to our nation's oil addiction. two things you do not trifle with are a man's hobbies and his coffee, and the importance of the bean in our hero's life could practically fulfill criteria. the worst part of a bad morning coffee is that a second chance at getting it right would have to wait until much later, lest his digestive tract go into defcon 5