Scuff from a Paintbrush.

Welcome to my broken heart.

Take your shoes off.

Around here dreams die and

The ocean doesn’t have enough

Water, to bring the starfish home.

Together we will fly, together

We will try to bring home all the

Lonely girls. The beer is warm,

The winter brings no snow

And my brother is on the floor.

He is singing the ants home

While his tears drop on

The hardwood floor.

Mugs filled with coffee and

Rum, kitchen tables with

No legs. Dirt in between

The floor boards, where

The insects dance and

Hide. Crows in the house

While Mother cooks the ham.