A draft and a first week down
Wheels simmer on hot ground
Wedding rings came in the mail
Can this be real, can this be now
I’d like to keep this life around
6.7.19
Dreams become simpler as we age
Once I wanted a million stars
In my hands, twinkling forever
Now you lay your head in my lap
And fall asleep before me
As I write variations of our story
Maybe one day people will read
It’ll bring them a peace
When the skies are stormy
He owed it to her to watch all the way through.
Sometimes love is wild and passionate
Sometimes it’s sweet and slow
Sometimes it’s letting you sleep
And guarding your sweet repose
The first humans killed with their hands. The last will, too.
5.17.19
I’m just here
Wondering
Why you arent
Where you said
You’d be
Again
Never trust a weapon you haven’t prepped yourself.
It’s cool
another broken
promise
that won’t
come back
to bite
one day
there’s never a good way to say we don’t have a future
There’s a simple kind of math that says
If you can’t hold to a simple promise
Or manage your drinking so you dont
Pass out often on stranger couches
Then you’re not ready for the real
Promises that come with a ring
Someone once said it’s better to die amongst honorable friends than live surrounded by enemies. The odds have never been worse and the stakes never higher, but that’s when we’re at our best. They fight for glory, for fame. We fight for each other, for the survival of 10 billion people on one planet, and countless more amongst the stars. The cause has never been greater, and this company of compadres never better suited to rekindle the fires of liberty and equality in a darkened galaxy.
My friends, these will be our finest hours.
Leaving in a tin can with wings
is the funniest thing
when it can make the heart sing
just because it brings us
from past to dreams
I have my fears
You’ve spilled tears
But you keep saying
None of that matters
You’re coming home
To me
5.16.19
Seventy-two hours later and we’ll be
curled up on this couch together
Love a paradox, one of thousands. You learn to live with them.
Maybe its better
if I just let it go
keep telling myself
its okay even though
there was once
when it wasn’t
okay but then once
doesnt always mean
it will happen again
because sometimes
lightning only strikes
once in a lifetime
People can find meaning in another person, and risk getting hurt. Sometimes they they can do everything right and still lose.
Stop expecting everything
to go wrong
Or it always will
People don’t believe it’s possible to live without health issues, hunger, homelessness, or suffocating debt.
I’m scared.
Mainly that it won’t happen.
Scared that this might actually work.
I think that scares me more.
This might be real.
5.13.19
What’s worse
Trusting only
To one day
Be wronged
Or never
trusting
at all
See you in the stars.
We’ll talk and talk
and keep talking
even when it hurts
because if we stop
there’s no talk
or hurt left to
feel anything else
again
Combat tends to sort shit out for us.
Y’all are seeing the signs right?
Trying to provoke China
Or North Korea
or anyone else to hold on
to wartime powers
wear us down so that
we don’t think we can win
because we dont know
how to fight back