dim as rum

and thick as molasses.

and so time passes.

and so, my heart, tomorrow comes

how I would love to gnaw on your bones so white

the world seems to be caving in around me

everything is pulling me

in different directions

my dreams are killing me

go long; right over the edge of the earth...

"I will give you a call, for one last hurrah.
If this tale is tall, forgive my scrambling.
But you keep palming along the wall, moving at a blind crawl, but always rambling.

Wolf-spider, crouch in your funnel nest,
If I knew you, once- now I know you less
In the sinking sand, where we've come to rest
have I had a hand in your loneliness?"

and though our bones they may break, and our souls separate- why the long face?
and though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil- why the long face?

losing

I have grown tired of playing chess on the small of your back

winning

helpless as a child,

when you held me in your arms,

and I knew that no other

could ever love me

I can sing this song so blue

that you will cry in spite of you.

sober and straight-thinking

my head is all over the room

"I'm inside a beautiful memory replaying with the sound turned down low..."

is she staying?

she must be leaving,

I don't know where

she will be going

the things you could do, you won't but you might.

to open the gates or just let you go

i am only wealthy as i am weak

i am covered in wax and you are

you just are