October 2011
3 posts
I’m the candle at both ends Evaporating wax in a room of friends Blazing on through endless night Burning out, a flash of light
“Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free … Like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee” - Leonard Cohen, “Bird on the Wire”
I met her as the sun was coming up behind a shotgun shack in Taco Town The party was winding down She’d been up all night playing strip poker She smelled like soft sex and hard liquor Eyes bloodshot, she was hot smokin’ like a cigarette I wasn’t ready yet But it was now or never…
