I Can’t Explain

I can’t explainI don’t have the frightful wordsJust know I can still feelYet my notions contain the absurd These nuisance actors lingerYouthful mistakes I always regretThe musty smell of a cracked spineOdes & reams I can never forget

Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses

Collecting fresh faced girls with monogrammed assesSpending the morning listening to the BluesAn old soul within that youthful mindframeToe tapping, blackout shades & misleading tattoosI begin to think I’m the one luredBut all we have between us is coffee stained mug ringsEmbrace the possibilities of the momentJoin in the beauty of desperate sorrow of BBContinue reading “Collecting Fresh-Faced Girls With Monogrammed Asses”