Bear Country

Guns blazing, paired with
Lone Star state of mind.
Got a knack for
making anything
a life or death situation.
Gimme some of that
Western drama, mid twist.

Shipwreck

back-to-back.
We were lying in the same bed.
Sheep jumping
ship instead of fences.
I counted twice;
you were too close
to rhyming for comfort.

Neutralizer

Made me like the taste of
ruining a good thing;
the best thing in a while
at least.
Kissing clocks with
running hands,
already raced through
hair and heartbeats.
Leave nothing but maybes
and questions of time zones.
Yeah, I like the taste of
forgetting consequences
when its on her lips.

Great Expectationz

I’ve got limits like skies,
black clouds around my knees.
Oh and I’ve got pretty little
overanalyzed soundboards.
Picking pasts.
Mouth tastes like
maybe it shouldn’t.
Spitting out again,
my indecisive teeth.

Psychosis

Trickle through a capillary,
brought my own vessel.
Cardiac havoc,
where have you been?
She’s riding painted on
high horses.
Puckered too high.
Out of season strawberry
standards, kisses.

Ace of Spades

We’ve fallen on hard times my friend.
But as our fathers would say,
fuck it. I’ll drink to that.
So rally around feeling floating
to God knows where.
Lets unravel on each other.
I think I was better off left unsaid,
but hey, I’ll drink to that.
And to you. And to anybody in the room
who ever thought they had something not to say.
Or someone not to say it to.
By this time tomorrow it’ll all be left on the table;
rings and promises.

3 New Messages

deconstructed thoughts,
rhythms in my head.
slipping through the cracks
of gravity. dragging me to you.
i’ll always be the one
asking permission to breathe

migration.

Unsteady stepping stone

obstructing path with tangible

impossibility I wish was mine.

Blood won't clot when she's around.

Clear the road of questionable intention

and what was left was seasonal, I suppose,

a bit too weathered to trek.

And I understand.

Branches broke in previous tempests

and maybe maps forgot

to mark my wreckage.

I understand.

Adultery

Catharsis, finally tangible.

Goodbyes suited for royalty

swing and sway and eventually

break away.

Off with her head.

I have to use my church mouth.