On the Line

Love on the line
leave me hanging by a thread
bending rules like truths
we'll never make it to the end
I've got something on my mind
you've got nothing instead
dangling right in front of me
like your love is a threat

Explora

Thought Dora'd agree
before she approached shit so rationally.
She's shooting mezcal so naturally,
hanging on my every word
especially the absurdities.
She just keeps saying
let's just see.
Friend of a friend
but no friend to me.

Dora please,
leave me be.
Somethings just aren't meant to be.

Casting Stones

Ash broke off into butterflies
fluttering in the wind
trying to make it about where I've been,
but eyes straight ahead.

Maybe I have a plan now,
who's to say?

Maybe I'm the Great I Am,
but always black again.

Don't call me anything.

I'm simply moved,
carving my own path.
Just exchanging lines for time,
I think I'm going under.

Oh, here we go again,
call it Kalypso.

Slow down.

Sometimes
we never made it anywhere at all.

Gasping

Something's gotta give.
Praying something beats my
itchy trigger finger begging for answers
in this sea of silence.

I'm gasping for words.

Rye Whiskey

Tonight I'll praise the gods that be;
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.

Pray that I never see the sun again,
heaven met earth and she's right in front of me.

I know that it's by design when
you remind me you won't be mine.
But still
our worlds collide from time to time,
and that's just fine.

You're just setting the scene for
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.

At Best

Born blue, divine and devoid.

I'm leaving feeling for meaning
and never anything I want.

Asking myself too many questions and
finding answers in the empty spaces
my mind's creating,
even memory is leaving me.

Another day of violence
fabricating satisfaction,
another thing to surrender a later day.

Put on your Sunday best.
Another day at best, at best...

Alabaster Rind

Chipping away at your facade
cracks begin to form.
I wanna see right through your
alabaster rind.
Show me that beating heart baby,
I've got a gentle touch
and can hold it just right.
I fear I'm flying so close to the sun
I'll crystalize,
so when the taste of your skin leaves me paralyzed,
I'll take the passenger side
and let the sparks ignite.

Weary Bones

This week has been a dizzying clusterfuck of
semi self-inflicted wounds.
Please, let me rest my weary bones;
I've aged out of your target demographic
and just want to be alone.

Fragile Mind

The gateway.

A random occurrence,
pure circumstance.
I was an open wound,
and you were around.

I blame my curiosity;
    the gate!

After all this time,
I'd forgotten the power of
The Gateway (in all her glory!);
an opening.

This is a beginning,
this is the beginning... 

But you're never giving in,
even after slight hesitation.
And I accept the terms so hastily.
Remember something forgotten for so long...

Is life worth escaping?

I'm giving up, I'm giving in
after slight hesitation;
I'm yours for the taking.
Never once did I question
a stranger's intention.

Never once did I question
a stranger's intention?
Fuck.

We fade to black just the same.