Ripped and Whipped

few have i fallen
shards in these lungs
a habit
metallic
when the sun shines
im blinded
and each breath
to drown
so
just so you know
i'm still working it out

goodnight, insomnia

lenses

what i thought was real
was only just a blur;
obscured.
and after all this time,
everything is finally put into
focus-
crystal clear
every single detail;
all the fine print
focused,
to the point where it is over magnified
like looking straight up into
the sun
blinding-
and i just want to smash the lenses.

I'm all wrapped up in 28
My birthday's gonna strip me down
I'm not sure how I'm gonna feel

Driving along a lonely highway
8am, Saturday morning
Hot coffee
Cold air
Chill in my body
And the heat just takes way too long to kick in
Heavy eyes
Dylan's 'Desire' singin' in my ears-
The sky is in many shades of gray today
Yet the leaves still burst in shades of
Yellows and oranges and radiant reds
Making my autumn morning golden.

In Brooklyn with Joe McCall

I like finding things
on bar shelves with other
fliers and magazine
homemade things
do it yourself projects
fliers made in minutes
for a show are the
best ones.
Zines stapled in basements
smears from markers
and stains from coffee
in dark dark bars
or well lit burrito places
I like finding things
and I also like
giving them away