Creator

I write
but you shut the door
living your dream on the other side
of the highway
Waving your hands in the wind
like a woman in love with the moment
I know I’m a photo of disappointment
So you open the window
and fly away away away
But you’ll come back
because I am your home
You’re caught in my scent
like a bug in spider’s web
So fly cry run
Do whatever
but, babe, I reinvent you
every day
with my concrete words
You know we’re one messed-up world
and we like it that way
We call this love
banged up as it is