Her dog's an angel
with a pit bull gene mixed in...
She traced the cracks on the wall,
like she sailed within a map...
Quiet contemplation
My reflection in glass like a ghost...
It's midnight
in my universe...
Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
deserted thoughts...
When I die
I want my body burned...
Rolling on a mountain
Rolling down to the hills...
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...
There used to be so much sorrow behind these eyes...
a lonely girl passing away into the inviting black...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...