The threads that bind
Inspection to the present...

Crushed beer cans and ashes on the tavern floor
Stale smell of piss that missed the bowl...

Call me names if you will
So dam what...

Outside today my dogs barking at nothing
Just like yesterday and the day before...

We were almost forever.
So close it hurt...

Put a message in a bottle if you will
Lost not found...

Wants form a key ring to a nose ring
Over here, I am going to slave my lusts...

lost and found in the flash of a brain fart...

I am landing on my feet
Did I ever have doubt...

In the vastness of time,
I have been allocated this space...

cut roses the symbol of dyeing
beauty to crumbling...

punching holes in the air,
may sound off the wall...