Ramblings of a man who should not have a pen

[Miles]

-Untitled-

I saw you outside
I ran to the door
Shards of your porcelain they scattered the floor
The wind would pick up
If I’d let you in
But something has got to be better than silence
(No no no)
I fell to my knees
And melting from spite
I locked myself in and kissed the door good night

My hearth by the day
Heartless in the night
Rehearsing what to say
To make it sound alright
Frozen at the stoop
I caught the slightest glimpse
Between the frame and lock
Of a whimper on your lips

Nothing to do walk back to the car
Or find a new release
Pieces of my china crushed between calloused toes
Swept by dragging feet
We ghosts of the day are passing through town
We may never find our peace
But as long as the night ghosts can’t have us around
They’ll never embrace the heat.
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-Love From The Heat Of God's Dirty Untouchable Goods-

This is a shadow of the love I want to feel
I wish I could feel it for real
They were joking
It cut so deep regardless
When wounds would heal like a starfish in step
Maybe then I wouldn’t need
To shoot from the hip
To defend myself from sparklers snakes and scary ghouls unmade
By a simple guide.

It’s a simple form of talk
To share our notes and sounds and colors
Shared by bound to the stock
So how was it you pierced the yoke to see the empty space
Peeled from four dimensions but losing the first
From which we wake
And from which we take our piece of the pie;
From which we can claim to be confused by your verse?

It was a gift of chance
Could it have been me? Could it be me still?
Do I even need to ask?
I guess with love and a little luck
Anyone could learn what it means
To be put to the task
And slave it right on overboard
While swilling it all in at the sight of the biggest shoes to fill
And toss the salty sea in your hands aside
Because what’s it worth if you give such a fuck?