PikeI like the way he reads slowly as though he was taking in every word and then re-reads it again. And his feet never stop moving,Pike
tapping in the beat of a song
that we’ve never been lucky enough to hear.
But no matter what the song in your head is, the two beats match up.
He hasn’t been around as much, but still shows with out a call. It takes his a while to be comfortable, and it takes an even longer time for him to write you off.
He brings his new boyfriend over, because if you can love him, you can love the one he loves. His
Dear DevinDear Devin,Dear Devin
For the last time, I ain’t no Dear Abby, Cocaine is the new greed,
Nitric is the new girlfriend, and Ecstasy is now a replacement for lust. I may be yellow from jaundice,
but at least I can pretend it’s a tan
and I can still walk home.
Aging may be a stalker but it’s not like you’re changing your direction
to trip it up while it’s on your tracks. But who isn’t flattered by a stalker? At least something is interested in you.
You only think of calling certain people
After several drinks,
The house next door.The House Next DoorThe house next door.
You’re through my yard through about eight yards of brush and trees. You’re just as far off the road as my house. I never noticed you until the leaves fell and it turned cold. You look like a Tom Waits song, with a weird man who never let anyone know what he was building in there.
You look like you’ve bee drinking, always slanted to the left
and sickly brown. I see you’re lights on at night
when I have my cigarette
and the only life I’ve ever heard from you
was a man chopping wood once, and t
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