--Thought I'd try to find a little virtual space to sound things out.



"Down by the Water"

Cretins on the dockside slinging stories of skin and hyperbole,
Enflaming their desire in the pretty pretty girls.
They take their faces to the stink of exhaust and stale water,
Choking them back in their nicotine stained throats.

When they come home exhausted and a little bit drunk, beat
And sweaty from necessity, they reach for those lunch break
Fantasies in their minds. Aren't they glad to be a little alone,
Is their guilt or victim if there's no one to see?




"Sentence"

A flash of your face in the porchlight
In the driveway of a friend we knew then,
The look of your sad eyes and touch of your breath,
Your head on my coat and your lips like glass,

Those historic words we should have said,
Should have dropped clumsy in that closeness
And all those things beautiful and bursting to be
Righteously perfected in silence and cold and
All the things we stupidly forbade.