Bus to Maine

I long for lighthouses
Riptides barreling into rock
Mist covering my face
Like a head of woman's hair

Standing in sandals
Under overcast skies
In complete and total silence

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How oft the words must be ripped from me

Bus to Corning

Wherever I go
The clouds keep following me
They reign above me
Crossing state lines
Amidst the pines

Couples, oh couples
Couples become a sea of tangled, mangled hands and feet
They want to braid their limbs.

June 29th

My tooth hurt
But now has subsided
My family hurts
And now will heal
My body is run-down and tired
And now I will rest

My mouth endured
And I accomplished what was asked
I pray for my family,
For my parents' marriage

Do people worry about me?

June 1st

For once
And just this once
I socked you between the eyes
You always could blow me back
But my Honesty
And my Heart,
in an attempt to set the record straight
And get back on its feet again,
Let you have it.

You've made me teased in love
I'm even wondering if you count on the list.

I bought you flowers, and it was to be an early birthday celebration...

...on the Hudson, looking at the Statue of Liberty.

And you "let me down again, and" you're "sorry."

So I took Dan. And we had fun. And drank.

And all the while I was getting texted by women I wished were you.
By women who weren't supposedly designing logos for this season's harvest.
By women who seek my affections, lust, time, and company.

And you've got 4 songs now.
You've captured 4 of them,
forever in their grandeur unto you.
Congrats.
No one's ever had more than two.
And none so stark in highest highs,
lowest lows, imagery, focus, and depth.
Not even in the vicinity of close to these 4.
My best work, you must know,
has come toiling over whether or not you wanted my affections.

That is no Muse.
It has been a cross to bear.

I threw the flowers out after work, on my way to the bus stop.