Do you have memories from underneath the bed? It is a hiding place You know…
People were here
I love to sit in the ugly place The benches look like they’re rotting But…
Abyss
Maybe that’s what happened to my dreams I don’t know Maybe they died Maybe they’re…
The embers were hearts, heart petals
You were an arsonists The flames you nursed white hot Maybe that’s why I didn’t…
Just Rain
You know how in books when it rains you know it’s significant Like the writer…
Sometimes life’s about a tall jug of juice
Well mostly it isn’t But it’s something else to obsess about Something that’s not dark…
Things that never worked
They give me a sad kind of longing A nostalgia for that which I never…
Matte lipstick in real castles
Ashtrays and dukka cigarettes That’s what I think about, of things don’t belong in castles…
The one you called love
Sometimes you walk by the glass windows on the street You avert your eyes Because…
Where are the silver linings
Your life can in fact come to a standstill. You’ll still be alive, just not…