Fumes

Drifting driftwood journeying diligently through dreams of draconian drudgery, hopes hung out to dry on something solar, using the sun to power our bodies which run on fumes once more.

( J )

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Inspired

Forget the faults, “I’m writing lines for myself and anyone with an ear & some time” says the head to the heart. In the trash goes rhyme and verse by virtue of cruel scrutiny, as if it needs to be a hit so infectious it comes in binary with vaccine. Hearing music in abundance. Heavenly & hateful. Great & good. Inspired.

( J )

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This is Us

Swinging in the sweetest summer, an absent wind triggering the stars to sweat while you & I coast in the arms of monogamy. The glamour of flesh in the sun glorious for the eyes of everyone, radiating with charm. This is us.

( J )

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