#460
Red wine from the bottle
and a pipe full of fresh tobacco,
an evening filled
with the sinner’s songs
a celebration of redemption
and revelation,
a day of heartfelt letters,
and embraces,
another march ‘til midnight
under a full moon
and full of love.
#461
Sometimes what i want
more than anything
is to just
take a break.
But how can i stop?
When i’ve only
just begun.
#462
i live lifetimes
in minutes,
in their smiles,
it’s too short,
our time,
our laughs,
i loved it when
she said how
interesting it was
watching
my mind work.
i was honoured.
She was a new
friend, my friend’s
wife, and in a
basement filled
with chemicals,
inky colours,
pressure washers,
sinks and suds,
we made art,
we made light,
we joked,
the day drifted,
and the leaves fell.
It was short,
though more than
expected. A new friend
who gifted new
inspiration, with
bitter coffee,
soft soy milk,
velvety conversation,
we remembered the 80’s
the films and songs
that inspired our crafts,
as i’m sure that afternoon,
will continue to as well.
Come hither,
that day again.
#463
Yes.
Today,
lie yesterday,
i’m learning again.
#464
i wonder what you’ll
think when you look
inside me, flipping page
after page, unprocessed,
unprofound, attempt after
attempt, trial after trial,
inscribed examples,
graffitied murals over
a tattered soul,
i hope you find hints,
follow footsteps,
there’s a lot that’s been wondered
there’s a lot that’s been loved,
i’d cherish to share
more than i can give.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write