Avog0dro

They we're singular passings in a hushed holocaust,
no acknowledgments or second glances to realize such cost.
Riding a fixed gear down 4th street,
to arrive on hidden coves drinking whiskey neat.
Her hand became entangled within mine,
as we breathed laboriously amongst the shore pine.
How I wished you close to me,
like our seasalt ladden clothes as we emerged from the sea.

The wanderlust waves crashing against the beacon,
as I beg for a few more blessings from unsympathetic deacons.
There was never a better man amongst us to deliver just repercussions,
because we all arrived at the same answers despite the discussions.

Her vagrant lover on the shores of Oly,
we left our impoverished lives to the dead eyes of the holy.
Upon the Evergreen banks grasping at fates we try so fruitlessly to amend,
my throat burnt of brash spirits and this full briar blend.
Within those fleeting seconds there were unending hours,
and within those hours there was an unspoken lifetime that was ours.
But we sealed it deep beneath those seas,
our desperation at our passing given to that suicide squeeze.

Come on and fail with me. If your trio becomes a solo you know you’re way is set.

Their voice echoes deeper and deeper within this growing cavity,
like poison drawn from the wound the tide’s just an illusion of Earth’s gravity.
You’re gonna lose your head, kid, with such short-sighted talk,
goddamn-it Lord Calvert brings war but he never finds his mark.
In origins with a row to Saint Peter to the Gulf the soul heads,
those bayous are filled with bourbon soaked breathes.

Come on and fail with me. High lines carrying our prayers to those Evergreen trees.

Hope went east, and a great despair took toll,
asking passer byes why his happiness lay at the bottom of a bill fold.
I forgive you I know it’s hard playing dad when you’re stuck on playing god.
Hoo-hah hoo-hah.
But you’re boy survives as an echo to a long forgotten tone,
and in the Tennessee spring should even the Siren’s find a home.
Souls dancing like Autumn wind swept leaves against the skys,
you try as you might to convince yourself of circumstance as you see the hunger in their eyes.

You’ll move on. We'll move on. They moved on. We’re all moving on. But please for a second just stop.

I've long since stopped biting my tongue but still the taste of blood lingers in an open mouth

Awaking this Dawn just to realize I'd already seen the dusk,
First-class laughs for the Steels that are always too brusque.
The halls of Nero rang out to the very ends of the brink,
Leaving a deep smear upon my memories like parchment stained with writing ink.
Those love-worn wrinkles tell volumes of masochism underneath,
Quickly forgotten embraces becoming now our lives masterpiece.

Come on and fail with me.

Sonder on, sir.