When you were younger, you used to walk around with that pocketful of dreams, all shiny and new, and you'd play with them as you walked. You held each one in your hand and felt it, felt all of it and held it until it was hot before you'd drop it back in your pocket and let it rest, nice and warm and alive. This was what you loved to do, until one day you reached in and they were gone, every last one, and you reached deeper and you found a hole, just big enough for them all to slip out, one by...

Such and unfair trade, My bleary-eyed honey-bride, Our shotgun wedding has your father in fits. Red licorice lips between warm whiskey sips, Your prominent hips have twisted my wits. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, Mother of a thousand graces and nameless faces, What replaces this passion resigned? Holding the rind of years left behind, The ax that he grinds, the words underlined Searching and searching but never to find My sunshine baby, first lady of maybe- We walked on clouds and lived i...

She is beautiful, like the way a glass breaks on ceramic tile, in a blossom of two hundred tiny crystal slivers. Like the way a boat lazily sinks, lilting to one end, giving up its last breath in a bubbling rush. Like the way a nest swarms with wasps, after you hit it with a rock, each one so purposeful yet aimless at the same time. Like the way a rotten log breaks underfoot, dry and dusty and soft, yielding so gently to a careless step. she is beautiful in ways you wouldnt imagine.

I'm going to walk alone to the edge of the world. Ill write you a letter, I promise. I'll tell you all the things I've seen; none of it will matter any way. It will all be black and white without you. It will be an old time movie, on a grimy screen- fast and grainy, moving mouths making no sound. Silent footsteps on empty streets. Your face will slowly fade from my heart, leaving a little hole, for the wind to howl through. I'll wonder why I cry. So I'll come back, and you'll be gone, but it ...

Well, if it doesn't feel like it used to, we can just bend the pieces unitl they fit again. That might work but it might not feel right and we might be cheating ourselves but at least we won't be alone. Even if we speak two different languages and we live on two different planets and we can't even see each other any more, we're so far apart. We can smash this puzzle together with clenched fists, like when we were little, and frustrated because what seemed fun at first demanded more than we we...

Come with me; We can run through the woods and be children again. Every tree can be an earthbound monster with gnarled arms and a crooked grin. Every rock can be a slumbering beast with a hairy back of lush green moss. Money cna be something our parents have. We can forfeit maturity for an hour or two. We can be gleeful children, humbled by the forest; running and laughing and splashing and free. And as the sun sets low and the shadows grow long we can make our way home to the leaves dry song.

Such and unfair trade, My bleary-eyed honey-bride, Our shotgun wedding has your father in fits. Red licorice lips between warm whiskey sips, Your prominent hips have twisted my wits. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to, Mother of a thousand graces and nameless faces, What replaces this passion resigned? Holding the rind of years left behind, The ax that he grinds, the words underlined Searching and searching but never to find My sunshine baby, first lady of maybe- We walked on clouds and lived i...

She is beautiful, like the way a glass breaks on ceramic tile, in a blossom of two hundred tiny crystal slivers. Like the way a boat lazily sinks, lilting to one end, giving up its last breath in a bubbling rush. Like the way a nest swarms with wasps, after you hit it with a rock, each one so purposeful yet aimless at the same time. Like the way a rotten log breaks underfoot, dry and dusty and soft, yielding so gently to a careless step. she is beautiful in ways you wouldnt imagine.

We could see right through the flimsy facade of the prophet everybody so revered. A honeytongued wolf in sheeps disguise. A whisperer of promises a supporter of dreams. Walk with me down this road, to the edge of town to look at the chemical plants everybody so fears. Filling our sky with smoke, a beast we set into motion ourselves will eventually consume us all. On the boardwalk, we put a nickel in the machine so we could weigh ourselves. It was so much fun, we laughed and wondered do we wei...

Briefly stated goodbyes and lies, and elsewhere eyes, I broke my back to buy those diamonds. Like fifteen miners, pickaxes and grinders, the same things you used to dig straight through me. You mined my soul and you sold my heart, you found my center and tore it apart. I stand right here, long after youve left and let the wind blow through this hole in my chest.