all these songs on the radio,
poetry upon yearning pages
and tales as old as time…
...
with bandages all over
my quivering lip is cut
you exhaust me
break me
...
So tonight
I lost you to liquor.
May it cradle you
Close enough
...
Rockets fall through this weak roof
The salt hurts my knees, where else could I go
I’ve been succumbed to my own paper bag of fits
This isn’t even the mild one; it’s the beast of all
...
There are traces of color
(Of love you say?)
On your face, hands
Even on your jeans
...
The clouds wear a mask
I can tell by the way
They discreetly hid away
Each time
...
Your hand isn’t pressed
Upon my trembling own
But I feel a force
It makes my sides ache
...
She ripped the leaf
Off the stolen apple
And wrote her name
Before letting it go
...
A dart across the arm
The cherry pies explode
In mid-air, take cover
...