I've got all in the world I need//No room for envy, no room for greed...
...the old, wizened man//Is steadfast in the knees...
Stillness benumbs foment//We fear the wintry peace
How I Wish
In a way the way I be helps the world while I'm just me...
Still Looking West
When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
Rainy Day Jazz
Good jazz on a rainy day sits deep in my chest like sipping whiskey
Peaces in Tow
Ever anon it goes the ineffectual prose of things you'll never know just living a life in tow
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
So I'll just tell you plainly, the smile is fake. So I'll replace it with a stiff upper lip and braced eyes. I'll be indifferent, if complacent, but faking's not fine.