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 center of my chest
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
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
I wish I could have taken that place with it's long benches heavy tables cheerful bartender and put it in my hometown but we all know the charm of places like that is that you can drink knowing happil
