it's hard to imagine
that when I'm gone
from here and from you
that none of the things
we sought and built
won't matter
so we'll keep living
hard as we can
squeezing out every
waking moment
with another
maybe
our initials will
be burned
into the sky
just like my father
who burned his own
with a zippo
in a roughneck bar
in the middle
of Florida
if there's another place
after this whole thing
on this finite place
there's no doubt
that I'll find you
again
again
and
again
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
