late night txts

some quality demos me and my loves just finished up, if you’re interested in jamming

bermuda grass lit by strings of light. hanging from the porch outside. all-time record summer highs. you should have missed that flight.

we’d park inside the drive-in lot and stay till the projector’s off. doo-wop vibes and button-ups. you said you’d stay the night.

hold me closer, the summer’s almost over. under crescent moon eyes that bruise easy like i used to. easy like i like you.

the past keeps looking better, i guess that’s getting older. do you still think of me like i thought of you?

bermuda grass underneath my tires. we sat and watched the stars pass by. never ending weekday nights. you should have missed that flight.

(a pub conversation)

one time, i had too many houses

one too many cars in unempty garages

and one cheap golden ring

exactly where one shouldn’t be,

just too many things

for my situation.

i used to, in these extra houses

hide little things for myself

so i could find them later

when i needed the help

for the hopes and the dreams

as i’m sure you’re familiar.

but things are things,

and one by one went missing

that became two

that continued on to four

which really grew exponentially from there

until suddenly i had a real situation

on my hands.

i tried to retrace my steps,

to recover what i’d lost

and found that everything conceivable

had drastically changed

rearranged, as things often are

like when the smallest pieces fall to the floor of the jar.

one day, i gave up on looking

and now my hopes and my things

red lanterns hang on gold accents, lining petite streets. looking down on thousands of dainty feet. watercolor in the rain, the asphalt bleeds. caught in a summer shower, the city dreams.

copper teeth every time i speak

and though my dreams are short they're made of classic books

digging through the prose when i'm asleep

hot check genes they got your kids locked up

losing leaves every fall got your kids messed up

holiday youth

i'm black and white like your tv shows

doing lines of last week's chapters

wipe the ink off your nose

holiday youth

sometimes my smile captures summer and i speak in tongues

everything i want is what i need

angels leave me messages in racing thoughts