Don’t Shut The Door
People get closer than expectedNow the plauge has been liftedHeading home to empty kitchensTo make meals for no one elsePoised against love as if it meantSomething to them – thoughI lost the difference in Derrida’sMeanings now paid in coinsCharging yourself less onlyTo make more in sacred piety“The Road is Long” for thoseI met along the…
Dear: Girl in Red
“They used to put on raves here?” – You spitWe pass a sign. It reads: Welcome to FairylandI see that the world’s fair is now just a landfillWe sat and I told myself I would quitOnly if michael told me so – He did notThe Ghost of The Red Lion Inn agreedShe was the kind…
A Poem for the Lights on the Bay
We Microdosed Dependency and paid for the death Of an over used Clipper card we stuffed in our pocketsWe made a pair of flimsy French fake IDs Hoping paris would soon follow in our wakeOnly to find ourselves spending the honeymoon Wailing at the Berlin Wall – Screaming our frustrationsI only know marriage in the…
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