Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

God you just don't know Hollow like the wind Feeling this again Menace on the edge Caught by collars stiff With no dollars to tip Scarcity And not a drop to drink I'd kiss the sky And say goodbye Already certain of What the world might think Better off without Chapped and chipped Dehydrated And left anything but missed Still dreaming of a time without Molded as a child Filled with naught but doubt This disbelief an easy draught Cutting a jig Still aware of how thin This armor

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or...

Feeling pretty done with Summer... Tired of the heat Craggy arid landscape You can look out over what is left And see where water ran...

No dog in the fight. Beaten down and broken by the world and ready to accept any state of existence that seems even remotely novel or...