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a man with no history is like a flower with no color,
like a song with no music.

a man with no history is like a grey day with no rain,
like a walk in life alone.

a man with no history is like a book with no words,
like a heart with no meaning.

coffee lawn chairs.

there's a lawn chair in my living room

there's a lady sitting in it

shes finishing her coffee and singing the blues

there's an elephant in my bathroom

and hes doing the laundry and reading the news.

don't mind me drunk and barley awake at 

615 in the morning. coffee lawn chairs.

blue wolf moon.

she is the moon: only shines bright in darkness.
she is the sun: as hot as Blue July.
don't forget to bury my bones in the dust of tomorrow.
and don't forget to say goodbye.
hold my hand tight and never let me go,
please.

tiny.

i want to take you 
and i want to hide 
you inside my locket.
i want you next to me 
with me all the time.
i want to take you 
to the sea. i want 
to let you see a bee.
i want to kiss you
on your knee. i want
to be your lover.

beautiful July Lady.

banjos whistle my favorite tune as July rolls through.
I watch a pretty lady walk away.
you can take all my money,
you can take my soul,
just don't take the sight of her beauty away.
my teeth will bleed and my eyes will cry if you take her.
dinners at the table, and the door is unlocked.
the pretty lady has eyes that tell many stories.
and she has a golden lock.
inside the golden lock is where she hides all the secrets
of yesterday and all your horrors of last night.
So please, don't forget to blow the candle out and
leave my sweet July lady alone.

warm tonight.

photographs of old you and me.
fingerprints of ring fingers
and rings of bleeding hearts.
memories with smiles and long
lost words. thoughts that will
disappear in my mind because
you left. left right out the
blue door. the blue news, of
love.