If somehow I was new and everything was unsaid
I’d go and buy a hammer, never sing again
Sleeping on a stairway
Dreamt I had a boat
Sailed it out the harbor
Shot it full of holes
Folded up my prayer book
I couldn’t see the lines
Drowning in a kelp bed
I bought a bride.

I try to pretend I’m far from what’s painfully close…

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[Matt and Kim: Lessons Learned]

I'm used to opening my own doors and splitting the check...

I wish the summer’s vibe could have lasted forever. Too bad we had to have a change in that weather. That shit was beautiful.
[Cunnin Lynguists feat. Masta Ace: Seasons]

…but don’t fall. I think this is something worth waiting for. A feeling of completion and the power of something worth fighting for.

sometimes singing while I stay in
turn the water on hotter
feeling the good times of love’s miracle
I then get out…
it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet,
and getting dressed we talk about what else
there might be to do,
but being together solves most of it
for as long as those things stay solved
in the history of women and
man, it’s different for each-
for me, it’s splendid enough to remember
past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness:
when you take it away
do it slowly and easily
make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in
my life, amen.

[Bukowski]