FUTURE PERFECT

All stardust and not enoughs, 

All tight lips and kicking up dust. 

I still think of you. 

On slow afternoons, 

I like to entertain, 

A life we will never attain.  

Only if we knew, how to give a little past the middle. 

All long shots and lost hope, 

All illusion and enough rope. 

GOD KNOWS HOW (No More)

No more-

None of those,

Sleazy dreams
and red eyes

No more-

Tequila sunrise

No more

Welcome surprise

No more -

None of those,

Riding the wave into the wind

Knowing it will come back around again

No more

Rising and converging

No more

coming up for air 

then submerging

These are still waters- 

bottomless is the well,

this is a dove in mid air, 

and these are stories we tell-

         “Im fine, Thank you.”

When what we want to say is:

‘God has forgotten us. 

 Even though He knows we try;

 He forgot to lend a hand, 

 He forgot to wipe our brow, 

 In the end we will get through it,
         But God knows how.’