Cold Coffee & A Stash Of Lost Dreams

sunglasses-3352289_1920.jpg

 

Cold coffee & a stash of lost dreams
A distant memory of those rail yards
But we weren’t ourselves with honesty
Not the renegades or anything that hard
Images of what we might yet become
Grabbing self-regard before it fades
Destroying their notions of modernism
Returning to simpler times & dark shades
We all have our morbid skeletons
The vague semblance of a broken soul
But somewhere are the clues to the truth
Somewhere when lightning meets a weary, old skull

Advertisements

Unhinged As Your Skirt Scrapes The Tile

model-926528.jpg

Unhinged as your skirt scrapes the tile
Hiding your eyes behind sunglasses so black
You’re not as severe as you’d like to think
Rebuilt & fashioned, bringing you back on track
It’s a lovely smile nonetheless
No one will wretch that one from you
Attempting to seek dreams deep within
The ones that were never able to come true

Tight Jeans & Faddish Sunglasses

heels-958147

 

Tight jeans & faddish sunglasses

Bra straps hanging out of her wife beater

Sometimes it’s all just too much

Pressures of the world & how it will defeat her

 

It all comes back to the blues

Basic emotions of love and life

All the desires we grew up wanting

She only wanted kids & to be a wife

 

You don’t always get what you want

Sometimes you don’t get what you need

There’s no time to think of you

With a broken soul & hungry mouths to feed