clairvoyant storytellers
will leave you speechless.
it's okay to smile though
no one here is judging you anymore.

if my love offends you,
my deepest apologies.
no one here means
to offend with contradiction

you stopped telling me stories
and coated pain with sugar
singing melodies that i misunderstood
with a sometimes natural chatter.

the motorcyclist drove by with a cigarette,
hitting the curb in an attempt to keep up.
songs about green gloves don't phase me anymore
as i stand up, moving on with a flat tire.







from donnie.