Half baked Petal dreams White flowers Pink seams Blow across Pavement dark Tiny runners No marks Rain drops Hold them down Thunder rolls No other sound

I’m fine It’s fine It’s all okay We’re playing with glass But surprised when it breaks Head strong Heart strong It’s all just a game

I can’t hide from suffering.Can’t outrun it.Out-drink it.Out-shag it.Out-anything it.So what’s left?One thing.One frightening, heroic thingFace it.Yeah, it might kill me.Drive me mad.Turn me into a drunk or a nympho.But it’s doing that anyway.One thought.One day at a time.Terrible...