Sing sweetly, dark eyed doe Wired for sound. aching backs bent, looking for burnt cigarette butts. Curious as to why I laugh when I lose at chess? Just having a good time, I guess. Slightly wrinkled chris cringle crows feet when she laughs. Thousand yard stare,....... and VERY aware of the pain she feels. Did we remember to check our million year old souls in at the door? Then she exits........... My tears no longer taste like wine.
You shouldn't have to feel like that, man. i see that you have some inner demons but also seek poetry as a venting mechanism for those demons. Keep on groovin' and remember, there are people that love you.
Thank you,.. You bet your ass I have some inner demons. Those bastards eat at me everyday. It's a long goddamn story, had a bad day pullin the capitalist chain around the fuckin yard today. I gonna be better, i promise!!
aw man, I love it, but I got all distracted by the very in all caps-- ya don't need to do that-- but if its your style, it's your style
