baby, you were the wind,
and I can't wait to begin
blinking again.
the yellow scarves of the world
set the middle ground scenes
for a person like me,
with phathoms-deep emotions,
obviously.
this rain is a gift.
the windows stay down.
my face gets wet.
this adventure is the end of dreaming.
this place is a heart defect.
this life is mine
and sometimes it's fun as hell.
tempestuous hope
is a friend of God's.
this is some sort of folk song.
it's easier to quit.
my teeth are cold
so I knock on them for good luck.
goodnight, boulevards.
let's begin anew.
on a tuesday in the rain.