dark auburn limbs, silvery stars
journeyed pathways...
Wine trickles down an hour glass,
coating a desert of run-on sentences...
Summer always spelled out secrets;
I almost suffocated, convinced that I must...
You say nothing's the same anymore,
but how could I forget...
Take my pen;
I have no need for empty words...
It's time to jump in the car
It's time to make our tracks...
My "Queen of Soul"
you took your last breath...
My alcoholism
controls everything I do...
They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...
Just a touch away yet
far from your affection...
Summer's tears and plastic cups,
daisy fields and apple pies...
Again, June came -- uninvited,
shadows glimmer as I think about...