Just Around the Corner...

You're a modern man, with modern words, and a modern heart.

You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.

Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.

1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.

Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.

Are you happy now that you're disappointed?

One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.

I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.

Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.

"Is this how we consume the day?"

Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.

Just intertwine your fingers in mine.

Ready, set...

Movement

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Hearts

It's strange really, how much I feel how they feel. More contagious and common than a cold. Leave home, the remedy is unknown. The thread count of her jeans at dawn, a sleepless light, missing verses abandoned songs. Young to old, lovers to lust, bottles to empty, here to gone. Kick buckets, endorse here. No roses, just weeds. Drown your eyes, it's Monday again.

All aboard, I'm anchored by fear...

Coffee & Red Bull

"Sometimes I wish the world wasn't round, I'm tired of running."

And then the nod, turns to a stare, melts the truth with another dare. It's fools gold. Just like your handshake, barely embraced, tastes a dull shade of grey. It glistened at first thought, unravels and freys the same way. You turn pages to the end, race the day only to start again. But now 2 steps become 12, flip the cup to be filled again. Not water, not wine. It cuts, but I'm twisting into the prettiest vine. You'll see, we'll all see.