I hang lighting in my eyes for 8 hours I use the fire to melt the ice you might find me head nodding sent to bed without supper putting an unlit cig out
Red State
All the long years wrung from the cloth of my very soul.
The sorrow—dear and empty—switch with me.
I still cry with eyes closed,
over flowers found by the edges.
Over feathers foolishly I let fly their silver.
Dream, how I never saved any.
How I gave up after so many.
Wish I could feel content.
Wish I co...