It could have been a date. All the right elements were present for it. You endured a couple of hours sorting through old smelling records even when I only picked out one in the end. You smiled softly and said you'd be happily to do it again. We sat in the movie theater watching 3D …
mud swamps
creatures of the mud swamps dreaming of ships that never cross the bar only ships in bottles, no winds, no sails feet trapped in derelict rigging wedged in the mud, water, and grain too far to reach a distant ocean and beaten by the heat of the red sun waiting for it to set on …
tonight i lost my own heart
I am broken. I am sad. I am lost. There you were, like a swift breath in my ear. You said I am not fit for consumption but you still laid yourself to be sacrificed on my altar. I drank of your blood from the greasy purple plastic cup. I let you quench my thirst. …
gravel and dust
There's a road where the pavement ends and blacktop turns to gravel and dust. I go there sometimes to be alone and think about us. Just off the road I can sit next to the water at night I can even see the stars It's then I wonder what's deep in my heart. I forgive …
my bar
Sitting at the bar with the young songwriter. Splitting shots of whiskey and chasing cheap stories with cheap beer. Then she asked me what I was doing here. I joked and told her I liked to keep my friends close and my enemies closer. Then I downed another shot for effect 'Here's to my next …
Dixie's Road Trip 