porch haiku-poem thing It's 7 am not gone to bed yet ahhhh
Silent afternoons
watching pennies become scarce
fake laugh stares me down.
no soul to smoke with
books and butts pile up here
no bikes ride down Bird.
This whole "filling my brain up to conpensate the drainage of my heart" thing I do, doesn't allllways work you know???
I wish I could meet more bronze friends on horses who's names are Daniel so they could re-tell my stories....
watching pennies become scarce
fake laugh stares me down.
no soul to smoke with
books and butts pile up here
no bikes ride down Bird.
This whole "filling my brain up to conpensate the drainage of my heart" thing I do, doesn't allllways work you know???
I wish I could meet more bronze friends on horses who's names are Daniel so they could re-tell my stories....