Leather jackets,
black lace,
broken hearts,
a car chase -
“take a drag”
an open ended
offering of peace.

She is hazy eyes
cooked over easy,
and I no longer want
to live, or die, alone.

I may not speak, but I still hear.
You cut like butter and taste like beer.
A rhyme against the sun and sky,
I am not yours to justify.

Are you looking for something?
Digging dirt, red-handed,
like a snow so cold it burns.
Are you looking for someone
who’s not looking for you?
Who’s not looking at all?

No poem
can
articulate
everything
you can
and will
become.

I fell in love with a girl, she's lemon and lace,
we're spinning through corridors in outer space.

I am nothing but a city-slicker
with a bloodstream of liquor

asking this angelic being to dance.
I don't deserve that kind of chance.

So instead I sit and bob my head,
imagining her inside my bed...

sleeping by my side,
a thought I never tried.

Trust me, I don't want to ****
to know you're safe would be enough.

The ashes of my cigarette
scream the nothings I regret,

for she is made of morphing stars
and I'm brawling in dingy bars.

In my head, she’s just for me...
For her, I’d break reality.

we are doomed
to
d i e

we **** to
prolong
g o o d b y e