Saturday, September 19, 2015

Grave Swingers - Shallow and Deep

god she was
trouble, trouble, trouble-
and i
did the drugs to close you inside
and i caught the rain to flood
you out
i kissed your knees
i licked your lips
trouble , trouble , trouble

cant find home
thought it was the waves,
thought it was the mountains
thought it was money and
sex and
the music on your playlist
just tell me you'd live
in my sound-track
and it's took me all these years
ive finally settled down
and im ready
to love
and youre

easy in the country:
woman to cook my food and clean
my clock
thought it was easy as it all
comes and goes 
time moves me
out the door
where the money flows
the blood flows
writing  was  wine
drunk e n 
rides on country back roads
promises made to be broken
bones in our skin
bones in the ground
we were
and it was

Monday, September 7, 2015

Half Life

    Time off from work last week and stole the labor day holiday too.  Back on the island it was bottles of rum and whatever seafood fell from the ocean. Sucked, Shucked and more drinks. Salt , Salt , Salt.  Must have biked the entire island. But you have to know good things aren't cheap, though the hotel stay on the beach was free from points on my Freedom card. Freedom- ha.
     Back to the grind, working out 6 days a week, 40 minute drives each way to and back from work. Me and this middle class work ethic- like every other addiction.  Whatever it is , will it ever be enough?
   I like sun-screen that won't rub off and smells like coconut and lime. I like my hair to feel sun-soaked and like straw at the end of the day from the boat and beach. Shower off and can taste the salt on my lips. Drip dry in the freezing cold air conditioned hotel room. Slightly rum drunk - as much a pirate as Ill ever be.  Pillage and plunder her.  

   I never give up on the possibilities of us. I live half my life here and the other half somewhere with you.  

Saturday, August 29, 2015

so , how's your life ?

summer won't end here seems to last forever.  I hear about your fall, your pumpkin
spice, your winter snow. It's just something in a song to me, something on t.v.

summer won't fade here, and now I made a mess of everything. even my memories of you are just faded scars. Can't bring back the best parts i thought i knew.  It's just a jerk-off once in awhile thinking back to fucking you. I guess thats something?-  but nothing to write about.


Just because your gone -I've been an wanted man
make my self pay by working to long
by carrying a gun, drinking all night
and havin' fun-
remember the nights we used to stay up late
you taught me how to write
like this
words in the mist
words that miss
miles and miles
reflective lies 
repetitive lines 
one road
leading back
to you .   

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Fists bruised punching air

The last hotel room where we met
numbers on doors
slide the key card  throw our clothes to the floor
tried to make it worth it
sex like every time is our last time

live your life with no regrets
you and your mouth
of diamonds and lies
sweet  sweet
the novelty of our age difference
the novelty of us
of no self control
against them

more so for the attention
the photos you take and let everyone see
spread yourself all over
and me
so hard not to believe
this was all for

Sunday, August 2, 2015

secrets tonight

 summer rain falling in the late afternoon. you told me you would smell the wet sheets after I left. some fucking sex you have to wash out before he gets home.  I would be driving back South and couldn't text you fast enough to say what a great time- my good time girl. we should do it again or maybe we shouldn't maybe we should stop.  how many times we tried to stop. until we did?
 the stars had to align for us to get our chances. the lies lining up with our truths. Taken hearts are far less demanding. any room will do. Rooms with numbers, rooms with clothes lying on the floor. any dark room with the door locked.  We are far more fearless and forgiving. Sailor mouths BIG on words BIG on words.