Vie

Bells tolled, left wanting and worn down
The 25 or 6 to 4
The tendencies towards thinking where did I go wrong
Gone…still want more
But your name, the suit of light and your time echoes and shines
These days replaying your cicada night
We vie, heed calls
To fly is to fall, crumble, crawl
Counting time, dimes nickels quarter tones to ten
If not us, then who? If not now, then when?
Will I see you again?
Passing years cracked without you near
Racked focus only proves what’s unclear
I’d live like that forevеr if I could just to have you here
But thеre you go…
Coke machine glow
Honeyed lungs, axes swung
Falling fast, slow to show
And what for?
Life and nothing more
Corrida
Blood on the sand
You gave us all that was had
Left with your green ray
To! Fro!
Down yellow brick roads
Whose left to pick up the stones?
How will we start today?
Evil ways
It’s a wild combination
The swimmer in the pool
You never let them see you bleed out, my friend
Never suffered no fools
(A whole life) Sharp like a knife
Dropped knee to the floor
To fall, to fly, to endure
Welcome defeat, rinse, repeat
Never like before
Goodbye Matador