these sultry lips taste forsaken leaves
as they fall south within a morning gust...
not particularly fond
of the best way to describe this...
Crutched
like so many sheep...
if I was just another sunrise
where the water reflects...
I hear the souls
clanking the chains...
the agreement of a sleepover
the lunch bell with its chime...
Fear can put a change in you
That's what you do to me...
Stuck on this train heading west,
all the eyes, all the eyes, eyes wide closed...
i am scared
of myself...
For my last days
I will make sure my legacy stays...
Suit And Soot
Liberals are the true conservatives...
Too much of a good thing can be bad.
Too little of it is bad as well...