Once Again With A New Drawing Board

Releasing a familiar place, must turn tired backside from perfectly positioned hammocks that have misled escaping breath, inhale to renew perspectives. Home isn't a tent forced bent into positions pondering if purpose qualifies as well spent, dragging someone else in uncharted territory. Guess I'll walk away, diminishing smile destroy a life I went wild for … Continue reading Once Again With A New Drawing Board

Tin Foil Feet

I'll wait I'll wait I'll wait until it's too late. / I'll promise I'll promise I'll promise then forget. // Perfection, wanted, please But I don't want the work I'll wait, I'll promise Wishing on dead decaying stars Illusions of golden spoons setting us apart. // Sleepwalking drunk I'll blame something else Blame someone else … Continue reading Tin Foil Feet