tiny needles

if life were as simple and as pretty as it can be sometimes i'd give in and let everything take

me under

I'm going to be gone for a while. my song has been
wasted on a limey who digs crime. o' lord
my shoulder has turned in on itself- i've wandered
these halls before with a smile on my face. traced the
burnt brick with my fingertips a hundred times. each
time listening a little more deeply hoping to hear
the clitter clop trop.
revole the door over the bedside
The clouds in my head collide with my memory.
oh baby hit me on my backside
Ive melted on your lips before but now i'm raining,
pouring even. the polar air has blocked me in.
metal doorframes become a place
where it's a safe to triumph. to solicit. the time has come for us to walk
away from the moment and really think it
through mornings silence is broken by trucks passing

.heartfelt fluuter mutter how mothers need to sleep
open the cage of hearts and sing to them softly