what tragic evening of what the fuck are you looking at
what a beautiful meal of looking isn’t giving
and giving isn’t so much as fucking
you and the way you smile at me as i sing away
any what? you say
but tonight i am before you
and i let you tell me goodbye
and goodnight
nothing more than a block of wood
to be chipped away at
to be carved in the image of another
to be shaved down to nothing
and to be left to the weather
to accumulate dust and mites
to be shaped by the wind and soil
and then to disappear back into the earth
to be forgotten
like a tree
like a heart
like another love
more scars than i
more histories to learn
this shall be my new love
this tattoo
for another fews years i will let you leave a mark
a scar
a tattoo
the chairs have all moved around this table i built
the faces are almost all the same
new boyfriends
new girlfriends
new lovers
and still i think of you
at this table i built
short blond hair
dark eyes of mine
and a history of passion
where will we lie next
broken flowers still spread pollen
as an empty glass still offers hope
and you waltz back in
and i resist
and here you are
goodbye as you stand
and farewell as i leave
and so how the hate burns in the hearts of men
how the flames of passion seems to burn like wood
but wood is from the earth
and love is simply an idea of stupid men
born from the the earth
and burnt to flames
to be sent to the heavens
by air
and by steam
and by heart.
japanese izakaya
new york bar
montreal pub
vancouver dreams
a tuesday night and the couch full of lies
then my truthful love
that i will tell you about
and you will leave
and i shall die
in my rhum and whiskey and a beautiful hemingway
without your waking
and i alone
you are the most beautiful broken nightmare
a dream i die for
and a waking memory
i love the way we bleed together
and forever
just a touch in the feeling life
zebrasindenver 