Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway.
white lines and tired eyes
through rained thrashed glass.
you, me and neon,
all I want is to burn my
throat with cheap bourbon,
my soul’s been burnt by you.

Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway
you, my pen and diary
may as well be a loaded gun.  
out there we’ll find Heaven
in the thicket of obscurity.
we’ll swill and take off all we have
and get lost in each other’s impurity.

Heavens a Hotel Room
on a state highway,
***** basin, no toilet brush and a
shower curtain on just one rung.
come with me and we’ll
never come back,
we’re going, not up in the clouds,
to a hotel room
on a state highway,
and if we pass by Hell
we’ll stop there too.

“It hurts… **** it hurts,
but she’s beautiful.”

they are
what
everyone
else
wants
to
be

"take me away from here.
far away.
take me
to that
someplace else
you always
talk about.”

Sometimes all you can do
is lie in bed and hope
that you fall asleep
before it’s time to
get up.

They were strangers when they met, when they fell in love.
Strangely enough over time they became
strangers again, living under the same roof.
Silence closed every door, walked empty hallways,
and slipped out before breakfast.
  
There was far too much going on in
their heads to find that one word… sorry.
Being right can sometimes be so wrong.
Strangely enough, pride can **** if you let it.

It’s so ******* strange how that **** happens.