Ask me what I do and I won’t lie
But I wont tell:
I don’t do
I don’tdevour the dying bodies
of old buddies
that seem to forget
to tell
Revenge
Glass goes up, stays, goes down
Lips stain
fingers shake
parallel to laughs after pints and loader sounds next to songs
She writes: “born and raised in an urban city”
She keeps: dreams of farms and
lovers that last
Glass goes up, stays, drops
Pants stain
salty smirks come running
and he calls again
“Can I help you?”
No you cant
Give it for free
or let me pass
It’s so easy to run
So easy to call, and hang up
So easy to cheat, and forget
So easy
So hard when it’s so easy.