Monday, March 22, 2010

she said she needed a muse...

and i've always been a sucker for a hard luck case.  more ice berg than cool.  the snowman melts from a broken heart.  sunburnt guts.  snuck my head into the clouds of smoke surrounding yours. raccoon eyes and yellow spines.  matching pulses.  this isn't for real, only imaginary.  i lost the directions to good intentions, getting by on only a wit(ness).   i'm a thought in the thunderstorm that is your head and i'm feeling lucky for that.  gamble with house money.  lose it all or go home half empty.

this means nothing
but it means everything to me

thank you for reminding me how to pour my insides out into keyboards.

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