there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re drunk
i sleep
to crickets and coyotes and rain
this half a heart becomes a whole
whether or not you know it
out here i am never alone
spent most of my life
in places like these
and i’m always looking for more
recount the gossamer threads
because i love those words
and the nonsense means nothing
but i love nothing
it feels like home
there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re sober
it’s not the alcohol that makes the scene
it’s the scene that makes the alcohol
obsolete
i sleep
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i drink
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i breathe
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i believe
in those gossamer threads
fire and stars
alcoholic words
i love nothing
it feels like home
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re drunk
i sleep
to crickets and coyotes and rain
this half a heart becomes a whole
whether or not you know it
out here i am never alone
spent most of my life
in places like these
and i’m always looking for more
recount the gossamer threads
because i love those words
and the nonsense means nothing
but i love nothing
it feels like home
there’s nothing like fire and stars when you’re sober
it’s not the alcohol that makes the scene
it’s the scene that makes the alcohol
obsolete
i sleep
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i drink
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i breathe
to crickets and coyotes and rain
i believe
in those gossamer threads
fire and stars
alcoholic words
i love nothing
it feels like home
the beauty of the boonies
