Good Shit.

Sitting alone,
He says I love you,
And she doesn't even exist.
But he smiles anyway.

Learnin

He learns that
To be a man
He must lie
To himself.

Circumnavigate

The boy dreams,
Fills with hope and
The dread of loss.

What will to
Choose a grin
Against his mind.

What ease in it
Without his mind.

Becherovka

The stage is empty

But for our bullshit.

The clouds, clouds.

The trees, trees.

A word, just a word,

And today is not yesterday.

We are free.

4:36 am

Strike,
As hammer,
Sudden.

One,
Not two.

Longing.

walls

Would you fall for

The second man &

The sardonic grin

And the regular face?

And if you could,

Would it last?

Would you trust?

And why should he?

And if you did?

And if he did?

Can you be the one

Who loses herself

But isn’t lost?

Can I?

To Women

With smiles of steel
And eyes that pierce
A hardened heart.

With smirks that steal
And looks that cut
Through vaults.

With grins that seal
The men set in their sights
In moments.

What art to take
What isn't yours
And fill with color
A sallow heart.