you want to bet on me and honesty?
man o man! I miss Montreal.
I don't know what to say in a letter.
or an email.
congrats on the job, bummer the drunk.
silver the evening sky.
live your life.
I'm too lazy for those cheap thrills.
and it's too late.
Electric box of slippery hands
shocks me like nightmare children
and lethargy is in line since
one subtle bench night
based on one perminance.
perfect songs.
are midnights every night?
our light seems forever.
for only ten minutes.
sometimes we are made to break.
some stops grow green to go.
some lies tell the truth.
some poems keep me in the pulses.
one day I'll get wise and be on time.