I can hold out like a born again thought
Well is never good
Unless you are taking nothing into account
I am gone like autumn and lamp shades
Take me away
I want to expose the light
If the dead girls make one too many friends
Let them celebrate with the bludgeoning of frailty
I have halfed half of what I left for a youth gone old
Take a woman-made man
And I’ll show you mostly what was intended to be
Days of she and he said he and she said
I’ll leave the mail box flag up and proud.
Regurgitate thoughts like a mother retelling stories.
