lock your own door, pt. ii

should i switch to tequilain spite of our rotten limesfeet in lead bootsroll me into the riverwatch me sinkin defiance of your expectationsoh you thought i’d fightyou thought i’d swimyou did did yousorry to disappointbut what’s else is new my patience is as shortas your memoryor your attention spanor the straw i drewdown on youContinue reading “lock your own door, pt. ii”

buried bullets

i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”