40 watt passport

hacked my way
she said
I was sleeping
crawled hunkered down
haunted
her arm is across my chest
her hips tucked against me
the heat woke me
feel her breasts full upon
my back
the thin quilt
the low light

she wants to be a part of my
life so bad
so I let her in
make me happy
the television scrolls its happiness
the vintage laughter on the walls
old 94' Saturday Nite live
re runs...

shes beautiful
I turn
feel her sleeping breath
on my face
put my palm across her thick
brows...cheekbone
sweep the hair back
behind the out turned ear
she shifts..burys her head
to my shoulder
I pull the blanket closer

kiss her softly on the nose

Love is a weakness
but Love is the strength
the dead flowers in the vase
line up on the stand

does anyone understand

nothing says the wind
keep the spark barks the fox
i pick up pebbles
dream scape 98
climb from the cut
in my boots
a thousand dollar roll
in my pocket
the oldsmobile idling
a pebble for my thoughts
slap in Jimmy Hendrix
WATCHTOWER
the phantoms
which one am I
I drive off
cause Im a vampire
and life is timeless

and love never dies
withered aged
and freshette young
the minty flavor on my
lips
I wish I could sleep
forever
but not
im driven
haunted
the sun is coming
up

i must roll

but shes perfect