5.5.19

A staggering lunacy goes out to rubbish “Build-the-wall”-ers
Drinking margaritas while kind innocent immigrants brace
For what will happen when cinco drinks becomes seis

“If Carrion finds out, they’ll kill us and scrap it.  That kind of ship needs a good name.” 

Tell me of another love, of another way of living
That would mean more than this
Because I can’t think of one

“From his perspective it was a good play.  He doesn’t know what we know.  The math tells me we need him.  My feelings don’t matter.”

You’ll be okay someday
Everyone hates it
But everyone says it

“One day, hopefully ages from now, these walls will collapse and be rebuilt “

Learn a lot by listening and watching
Take it in silent as the morning snow
Reflect on views from many eyes
Try to understand truth and lies

“Oh, I don’t like you. I don’t trust you.  But there’s a war coming that makes both statements irrelevant.” 

I’ll love you ‘till the end of time
Dreaming of your arms in mine

Sol is an elderly relative the family wants to kill off

5.4.19

May the fourth be with you
And also with you
Lift your eyes up
We lift our eyes to the light side

I’ll wait for days in the woods
If you tell me to

Hope is a fickle thing
When it comes to love
We don’t hold much faith
It will work out well, even
Though we hold the cards
Yet we buy lottery tickets
Just to dream for the
Impossibility of wealth
And all the things big
ol’ piles of money solve

5.3.19

Lit the candles
Tonight
For the first time
Without you here
To tell me
Everything
Will be okay

Always had a habit of goin’ round my ass to get to my elbow when it came to women

Silence is the worst
Pain, a close second

The valley exploded in a flurry of furious sound, heat and light. 

My worst
yet best
days
have been
just sitting here
thinking up pithy
things to
say
then
the dog
hops on the bed
and says
you are not
a ghost
yet

You’ll have to find out for yourself, but not today.

The third Thursday in June
a decade back and you
walked into the dive like
you owned the joint

Of all the ladies I’ve led
no one ever clung to
me as if I was the last
safe harbor in a storm

Ten years of broke hearts
trying to find purpose
amongst ruinous pasts
and we finally asked if

When we danced that
soul-shattering first blues
did we somehow sense
how destined we were

5.2.19

Oh I don’t yet trust it not to give
every time I take a step I tense
waiting for a dreadful snap again

Naked is one thing, baring a soul is another.

I love you
Repeat it over and over
I love you

if we’re willing to bleed for each other, we owe it to each other to live, while we can

Haven’t danced in months
Don’t trust the body to
Remember how to move
The way it used to