having never done what I should
doing things the hard way
only to find I come up short.
settling for less
...
I don't know
if I can jot stuff down
Make it sound pretty
by turning words round
...
Some people go missing
they aren't really gone
they just fade away
we start to not matter
...
Down on Dearney
hope falls slanted
through crooked slats
of tin houses
...
Distant chasms of black glass
hum lowly in the moonlight
birds overhead and
long legged animals
...
If you must know
its always been you
from the day I was ten
and you came and sit upon my lap
...
Dan the Danish heads into town
buying pumpkins and flowers
whatever's around
Popping in and saying hello
...
Same simple emotions
Rubbed raw again
Same stupid mistake
I'll make again
...
We have an agreement she said
He does what he wants
and so do I
I stays out of his hair
...