Magic Marker Row.
Shiny
as a cardboard star
breathing in
the pine needles
The sky curtsies for you
every day
because you stay
in a humidified bedspread
Hair brushed away
and every sigh
amplified
by your unwearying smiles
while you dot every i
and cross every t
on my cast
Under the dome
of winter
this
well
this constant dream
sticks to the tip of my tongue.
well, shit.
Fuck em. By the way…picked up your record…good shit brother.
I’ve been accused of never opening up
I get too close then keep my mouth shut
Gonna run to the wind
Where the big bad city blows.
”PW
The Replacements - Within Your Reach
Go without so much
Can die without a dream
Live without your touch
I’ll die within your reach
(Source: thomashanley)
This is me reading an old poem of mine that somehow is feeling very relevant today.
This…wow…
#9…
Frustrated Incorporated.
(Source: hollyhocksandtulips, via teenmonsters)
Weed&donut holes for breakfast… amazing…now time to try and sleep for a few hours before work…no wait…moonshiner then sleep.
(Source: judidudi, via the-devils-orchard)
