Last Season’s Vintage

Last season’s vintage with coffee stainsSpelling out what we might genuinely needHope we might outlive our transgressionsErrant dispatches; all the ones you forgot to read

Remembering Your Own Aches

Remembering your own aches The graveyard of broken cassettes It was always the end of the world Unconfined angst you won’t forget Dreams & passions ill proportioned All lost in a looping mixtape Those days will forever be with us For they were the days when we were shaped