You Always Come With The Bad News
you always come with the bad news
I always wonder if you had to
The bad news is
I never will
bereave these nights
so slow and lowly
wandering mind
learns about the things you hide
-s’s.
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dysfunction ; You can drive and talk some more,
But you talk about the things that dont work anymore you know everything you’re well-assured but you dream of things in their final course And nobody’s going to let you know
-s’s
but why
I swim close to electric currents and blue fire shorelines
And why do the girls get close to outer edge of their textiles
and take out tapestries in a rush to see them torn apart
from all that's good and plenty?
I stay close to eclectic women and new diamond landmines
but why?
It's for nothing.
-s's.
I lean in where I see you sway
whatever it is, I got to pave
many tunnels many hours
feels so sleepy, feels quite sour
I'll hand what you got in, at the
end
-s's.
lampshade July,
lampshade hangs just to remind
Me of days that passed and died
and not one mention of you
ever did survive,
Tragic end or precious guilt,
Whatever wills.
-s’s.
Living in the dark ages
I know you love dark ages I know we got nowhere
History’s lost stories
Crying on the torn pages
I know you love to write it there
Something makes them so fragrant
I love them, but I’m scared
-s’s.
ghost of mist and pieces and trees
falling delightfully like fading spring
ghost of loss, of thought, of everything
-s’s.
you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—
what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,
or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,
and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;
If my heart had a say in my matters
It would beat in a different way
Black car, stone steps, white windowpane, that never really mattered
White crewneck, black tar stains
I never look back on anything like I do on that day.
-s's.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
since what went by was a lonely thing
and it never occurred to anybody
of what it could be and how it would leap
over there. over your head and into nothing
the abyss? is that nothing?
the cliffs? the subtle seas,
the long hard work days, the days when the sky is heavier
and it comes down to crush the rocks
the mountains too
I watch as they'd compress, it'd never occurred to anybody else
-s's.
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