flight of sense

the nights are
different
and the wine isn't so
frequent

eyes sink into the soul
as the heart bellows new

the car is lost to the
murderous urbanites

never touch another
man's car,
touch his woman,
take his wallet,
wound his pride
and fist for it

write, don't forget
to write, even if it's
terrible.
keep trying till
you get lucky.

don't fuck
till you're ready.

use your heart,
soul,
and head,
(not that head)

don't forget to stay up late,
evil rules the night.

get even with the word,
blindly of what I feel.

the world never makes sense,
so why should I?