Dark clouds circling

Your panties never stopped

the bleeding

My smelling senses told me when

The smell of tin the warning friend

To stay away

from your dark clouds circling

above – within

She said :

“dance like nobody is watching”

I stumbled, trying, their backs turned and minds focused on distant dreams

“write like nobody is reading”

I scribbled, trying, their eyes wavering and my words in cursive ignored

Who is that?

She who awoke me, my words

Choke me

I no longer smoke ; just jest – pigging

She calls me

As if she loves me ::: talking

Wanting things I want to give her

Pushing me beyond the boundary

“Life Starts at the End of Your Comfort ZONE” she gave me a pillow writing, stating suchlike suchlies

WtF am I to think

I love

Trying to hide it

She guesses non of it

I am sure of it

Hoping

There is death in falling

In failing

Flaming lips

Flailing hips

50 / 50

Our chance of

Survival

I jumped

For Freedom

My cross, your cross of
evil; scars from knives and
nights of fever
Hi and Hello
Children of believers
Your ride is free
Scattered dreams
Recalled on beds of death
Dream of Californi…
Rage the dying of the li…
Rest beneath the cross of
Burden – the bottle empty
The bourbon deserted

When “Vintage” start to relate to

your Peak, your Glory days

Embrace the though of

Age ; Aging ; Health ; and say

“Fuck that – I’m surfing the Peak

FOREVER!”