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Why use 10, when 1 could hurt just as beautifully.

Month: March, 2017

I’ve seldom felt so Spanish

so classic and rich

as I have here tonight

on 10$ wine

and a few sardines

 

of you I seldom tire

branches bent

hours pass

i wish for sleep

i wish for your company,

with the one exception that you never show up

and the sun never sets

i miss you?

trying to measure the time since ive seen you

its just so long

so high

so wide

so vast

and so free of crumbs in the bed, candies in the couch and your god damn toenails

its just been too long

the brim

where could i possibly go to

to escape all of this

life?

 

i am already done with your

fucking

generation

its kinda day to day

did you bleed? she asked

not enough i said

so we fell in love

all over again

we could all take a few minutes to look around

and take a bullet or two

not sure if i wandered enough

not sure if i was ever really lost

disappear like a rider

on the storm

a hazy dinner

gold wine

owners and waitresses

a

killer on the road

 

fucking goon

i haven’t danced in a while i whispered

as my dyslexic feet quivered with the phrase

yeah you haven’t slept in a while either you fucking goon

ok but the dancing part i mumble

yeah that’s not gonna happen tonight

but why i question

you can’t dance to sadness all you life

you haven’t heard the smiths i snicker