I have seen the future.
It is darker than
The space between the stars.

A poem is a mirror
When you hold it up
When you look into it
It looks back at you
And you see yourself

empty spaces

If I owned a sailboat
I'd call her,"Deacon Blues"
We could sail her over the horizon
We could drink scotch on her deck
And sleep beneath the waves
When you lay against me
You fill my empty spaces
Touching every place I hurt

Mistakes

If god made me with a purpose,
If that is what you believe,
I imagine mine is loving you
With every inch of me.

Laying tangled together with you
Unraveled my lawless soul.
If what you believe is true,
We have no control.

We are simply who we are
Nothing to cling to or forsake
I could lay with you through every lifetime
Miracles are made from mistakes

Whiskey is for Bastards

I learned to laugh
With my mouth shut
I close my red drifting eyes
I black out
So I don't dream
I want to find you
At the end of the blackness
To give me some reason for dying
Each and every night