Pain

Remember what it was to just lie in your bed under the rain.I wanted to believe in you. I wanted to believe in us.But those dark lights of red and black, with soft kisses being traded for glances at the computer screen were facades of hope.Nothing comes without work. I know that. Nothing good comes … Read more

Hey, let me join you. I need a drink to sink my teeth into everything falling down beside me, around me. Can you see it? Look at me! Don is that you? I’m in pain Don, but not like you. No, not like you.

Hey Dad, they let the dog out. I can feel her breathing as I sit nervously, feeling scared in a city I’ve never winced in, but should have. I knew this would hit me: even the sober get crazy sometimes. She’s staring. Her teeth are as yellow as a school bus, her breath is hungry. … Read more

I am the mountain enclosing her. Endlessly surrounding her water maze, I breathe harder and shake to void her to an Earth less pathetic, more than me. It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge. I am the fisherman walking over you, I need a new way to catch you and throw … Read more

Where do we go from this point in which we sit so miserably, facing each other gracelessly, because of the lack of remembrance of a time, when we stood atop a buried hill at some ocean-side piece of land, more hidden than what was shared at that moment in time? A carelessness that was more … Read more

And I begin with the eyes of a man So broken, so tired! From his feet, torn up from the marching of the distance Necessary for respect, to his lips, that he slaps his tongue across to wet them, To get more voice to keep speaking. For this man loves another man, but to you … Read more

Two people hid under a desk for twenty years, while the sun snuck and shined the truth up against their faces. Painted in red, they continued into the closet. Soundproofed, their mouths made no noise in the long run. But for nearly as long as we slept, they were forced to stare at the flash, … Read more

There’s something so somber about open roads and early mornings. Your only friends are the cars that speed past you And the shining reflectors stuck to the pavement. The same songs play on the radio, The lights in the distance never get any closer. “It’s not a good life, the life of a trucker,” they … Read more

What is this? A summer time of epic proportions? Oh, I laugh to hear this. We were so free. When we swung our fists to a slow beat. The rhythm found in our hearts. You did not believe me then. Some early 2000 year, a guitar in one hand, imagination in the other. If only … Read more