Why can’t I just have both?
Different flavors of the same dream,
Different fabrics with the same seam
Two metals with similar sheen
I suppose I’ll become a get through, I’ll make do
I can’t mold these things I’ve told myself, they’re all laying askew
It is your loving and secretly selfish way
Impress me with the chivalry of King Arthur’s day
The guilt of greed as we hang on each other’s every word
Hide your glances meekly. Think of a way to keep me
We do our devil dance concealed by masks all along
Our innocent love turning into need, need for us both to belong
I receive your Valentines kiss, lost in momentary bliss
I have painted and sculpted myself to act like this
I welcome you to build me up in your mind, and maybe someday I’ll play the part
Until that day I’ll be a slave to the words I see as art.

Snowy morning--
one crow
after another.

He orders a plate of his favorite cigarettes
(Lucky Strike) (filterless) (nostalgia)
and a cup of coffee
at his favorite diner across town
that surprisingly hasn't burnt down yet.

He sits at a window booth and
he observes
a couple making lust in the street(Lucky Strike).
He observes
an infant child begging his mother to stay(filterless).
He observes
hummingbirds pecking at the corpse of a dog(nostalgia).

His hat is emblazoned
with valor and bloodshed and death.
His legs are turning into dust
out in the midst of a battlefield
where other soldier's limbs are turning into dust.

Yeah, he fought for t(his) (nostalgia).