I’ve got a bunch of new projects i’m working on. Very inspired & can’t wait to share.
God, I just miss the way cigarettes taste on your lips.
Do not protect me from moments that allow bruised shins or a split lip
I will heal like humans do
Like God has created me to
Sometimes I just need to know
my blood truly does bleed red like the rest of us.
They hung a purple and black ribbon in your honor
The police station looks darker
A stark silhouette in comparison
I thought maybe Life held a hold on you
was it a relentless experience?
maybe it was
more than anyone could have expected
you’ll be gone on the twenty sixth
And they’ll be here thinking you never could
never leave this soon
So hear this as a outcry from your family down here
You are missed as a son, a cousin, a nephew, a husband
And so much more
We hope your soul is free now, Michael.
My lips still remember the way you taste
like gingerbread snaps and love.
This sickness is pervasive.
You make me miss everything
right down to the poison you breathe.
I am armed with an arsenal
my body filled with guzzoline
I live, I die, I live again.
I will bring back the wives of fury road
to be exalted in Valhalla
shiny and worthy of paradise.
I text you an ” love you” before I get on any plane
because I worry you won’t know just how much
if I was gone tomorrow.
Please know, that it is limitless.
You’re closing in
I can see it in my rear view mirror
It takes the edge off, thinking of
you finally catching up
Crash into me
those flames cannot compete
with where we have been
And quite frankly,
I’d like to burn.
She spent too much time with God in her bedroom
kissing girls with a passion, and boys with purpose
it wasn’t the kind of ménage à trois I was looking for.
She beckons for my attention
With her thighs
As if it was a question
Her skin is cold and soft
Flecked like robins eggs
She comes and goes
The moon pushing her
Away with the tide
But for tonight
She is quiet and matched
Cheeks flushed with pink