The humid air flowing through the screen door, breathing it in
Left to find a meaning South of shreveport, leaving again

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Snippet 3c

It’s funny
How a life can change in the moment
You open up your heart the second hers closes

Jay Brannan and me after his show in Boston. Wish I could open for this guy one day!

Jay Brannan and me after his show in Boston. Wish I could open for this guy one day!

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Snippet 2a

Another cold November sets again
Another old friend to lie to
Never told me that she was leaving
Just said she was never coming back

I thought I won,
But I lost the war that pokes
Found out my gun was always my finger and thumb
Pointing towards yours
Love leaves no casualties
Only formalities
How have you been?
Good. Good!
Cause I’ve been a wreck
Good. I still haven’t loved you yet.

Drenched in absinthe, he picks up a matchstick
“One more hit” he says
There’s no sense in sensing abstinence
Anaemic, froze so cold
And so he puts on an old coat
And slips up his bandages
Ravaged and ravenous
Offensive stench on a bench
And a mindset of savages
He said ‘bring it’
But he’s talking to no one
Everyone left
If they didn’t already disown him

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Random Rhyme

Got a rhyme on the table think I’ll save it for later
My mind is alphabetic I try to numb it with paper
I’ve written things that put a cross between me and my maker
Once I quit going to church Jesus looked at me greater

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She asked me to write her beautiful poems right there in the moment
Get a hold of it
And then I told her
They only know me
I don’t know them
I fly with an old pen
And spoke where there were no men
They, 
Who were formed out of old hymns
I’ll sing it to them, my old friends

Talks

Why are so many things written full of such sorrow?
So sad, serious?
Cause life is like that box of cereal That took its place at the head of the table in the kitchen during Saturday morning talks
The moments I had alone with my dad they’re the closest I’m ever gonna be to god

And there’s beauty in that


Spaceship Notes

When I think of you
I remember how cold the moon must be

I found myself revolving around someone else
You are a sun
Your soul cannot be contained though I tried in my wasteful ways to keep you moving around me
-That’s not how it works-
I remember you warning me before I was burned by flares and thrown for a whirlwind again

I found my craters deepening
You are a sun
And light only travels so far
I fill them with memories that eventually disappear like far off cosmic lights
Sometimes I feel like I hold no more oxygen

Sometimes I watch a sunrise
And the moon is still visible
Making small glances as you pass by
Maybe one day the moon will learn
Maybe one day I’ll try

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kaseycarroll:

You walk into a coffee shop and someone looks at you, straight at you, and you notice, maybe even hardly notice. They sit at a small wooden table, with Great Expectations in their hands, and you wonder what they’re thinking. Maybe they’re wondering how your day was, maybe they think you’re…

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I’m far from broke
Further from rich
And I can’t live the life I envisioned as a kid

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Saintan

Folks,
I’m going down to St James Infirmary
See my baby there
She’s dressed out on a long white table
She’s so sweet, so cold
So fair

She wrote me stories on her arms
They weren’t very good ones
Each scar was a run-on
And though i tried to cut short
She’d resort to apologies that would slip from pill bottle to stomach
Like when meteors plummet
The carpenter girl with the Jesus hands
I never looked bak after I packed and left symphonies she told me with fingertips
And sweet little lips
But when she saw the voices for what they were
They began speaking to her different

Folks,
I’m going away for a while
When I’ll return?
I won’t know
The devil face me head start
And gon’ try n’ come find me
He meets like a thief in the night

I stumbled across her like drunk, mumbled words
And baby, I’ve been drinking!
So don’t you do it
Don’t you listen
I’s a far-retched poet who did one too many lines in your kitchen
But it’s a sickness, ya know?
Wishing to feel different?
And I wished she would’ve given in
But life has it’s way of making eulogies out of childish inhibitions
That’s why they say you should take some time to breath every minute
But breathing can fog up stained glass
I have a strange past
I walk with legs fast
Tonight won’t you dance for me?
Why would you dance for me?
And tell me nice things?
I hear the same whispers from walls that enlighten me
If father train my eyes to see the things that frighten me
So if rather you sleep
Cause I stay up and wonder
I stay awake with regret
Awake and a mess
Awake and a wreck
Awake then I sleep in the sunlight
And then start this again
Rather I see my own end
Because the ends, my friends
The ends justify the mean friends
Honey, I’ve seen a lot of mean, mean men
But worst of all
I see me in them
Oh baby, you didn’t bring me no comfort
Couldn’t handle the tension
Holding breaths for 30 seconds then release to find heaven
Just to fall quick like angels walking away from god, like
“aight, fuck you then!”
Just let me dive from the ceiling
Head first for more
I’ve got whore tendencies
She wanted them desperately
Darling, that isn’t the good you see in me
Still, she took up a piece of my time like a music box
And it played sweet, sweet Georgia in the dead of night

Folks,
Ima goin’ down in a great ball of fire
Like David did or so I’m told
I’ve heard every lie
I know the serpent
I keep him nestled deep, deep, deep in my soul…

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Louisiana May

Rain is falling outside
And For a moment I
Am not the only one
Feeling like the sky is coming down

Give me luck that I can keep
I’ll give you a place to rest your feet
Or we can escape to better weather
With steps that never leave the street

Come on, come on
This front seat is getting cold
And I wanted to show you New Orleans
No one, no one
Can take every pain
But you always remind me of a Louisiana May

And when the morning comes
I will see you for what you are
A golden sight
Silver arms

What Hallelujah

Left into the emptiness
I’ve returned to shallow hearts
Prodigal son,
You found your home
Ruined, Radshach, Meshach, heartache, backstabbed heartless
But you knew this from the start

And I know
And I know
What’s coming next
What’s coming next
And I know
Because I read it
Because I read it
And I can’t forget
That hallelujah
What hallelujah?
That hallelujah
What hallelujah?

So, I tried to forget
By means that will follow me to my death
Mmmmm, oh hallelujah
Uphill climb just to see the heights
Just to see the depths
Oh, what a mess
What hallelujah?

And I know
And I know
Who’s coming next
Who’s coming next
And I know
Because I met him
Because I met him
And I can’t forget
That hallelujah
What hallelujah?
That hallelujah
What hallelujah?

And I know that graves
Each play their role
Raise up your hands
Look up your eyes
The rock that was rolled away
Rolled into ya
Hallelujah
Hallelujah