My Legs Shake

I guess you don't love the songs,
you just like the way you felt.
You never had any doubts of;
I'm sorry, I'm calling you out.

You'd clap your hands
and stomp your feet,
claim you felt something.
It was deep,
we all noticed your voice.

Your first day of school,
and we were right there.
You showed everyone the songs,
they laughed.

Ryans A Sailor

we play in 3/4 time
as we come out of the wall.
I swear I've seen this once before.
You with your pistol
pointed at the accused.
Were you right at least?
Before your finger did your worst,
were you right?

Wash off any recollection
and call it a day.

Her face is new again,
are you sure it was right?
Louder, please.
And let my silhouette slowly hide the trigger and my finger.

Re: Falling In Love With Your Best Friend

New homes.
Green lawns and cloned construction.
Tigers and sunglasses to compliment
whatever you please.

I kept the radio
next to the lawn chair,
it reminded me-
that I've fallen in deep.

You went away,
but I stayed by Michigan,
killed the radio,
when you walked to the door.

There's way too much work to take care of,
you'd just add hurt,
or some variation.

I Am Not An Artist, I'm Hardly Human.

Witchcraft aided them
to embrace on the water,
but they'd both end up broken
and washed ashore,
along with the other contents gobbled up by the ocean's swell.

Wolves would follow,
worried faces and fond memories.
They'd call it a tragedy,
but there was no avoiding it.

HommaCommaBLDG

Bess,
I called last night.
D'you get my message?

Bess?
Hello?
You there?
I called, Bess.
Well I hope nothing but the best for you, Bess.

D'you get my message, Bess?

The Air Is Exploding, Watch(out)!

The impossibly foggy tree,
diligent in its growth.
Each branch steaming outwards
only to fall prey to October.

People have made nests here.
They've left a mess;
"those that will judge you will say you're aloof"-
of course they would,
you'd have replied before I've said a word.

Past all the thaw,
growing to sky,
April will give you
a well deserved second chance.

You're an endless story,
barely past chapter one.
You're born of paragraphs-

-Imagination played no part.

Morning Light in the County

I've explored motion,
much to my demise.
I've heard of it's doings,
and passed on it's teachings.

I was warned too!
I was told of what [good] would happen.
though I'll never be sure why.
I was warned.

Houston's green sunset is quite the lull,
and you've grown on me,
I swear.