It’s easier to see the misfortune
in the offerings of the usually extended hand
Over the opportunity.
It’s easier to see the misfortune
in the offerings of the usually extended hand
Over the opportunity.
I’m the one jumping.
“Ian Miles: a guy that’s been appearing more and more around Spokane stages sings, screams, pleads and talks as he plays. It makes him far-more than just a folk singer; Miles is all emotion in his music forcing him to make music that is dejected and pissed in the very best way.”
-Leah Sottile
Where the river meets the sea
And the silt sifts out the salt
Here where each molecule faces sentence.
A test by the hand of God
An iron-curtain filter
Here where Lot’s wife found herself a column.
Down in this pitiless point
The vein is split and will run.
Blood for the cure or blood for the cancer.
I once threw stones in that house
While delicate doctors dug.
My dad died and I chewed my knuckles raw.
I saw him the night before
The sky I saw was empty
Only Black spinal-serpents writhed inside.
(Source: another-death, via someghostsarewomen)
Priorities are best expressed through action.
Xanax however, speaks louder.
Cut length-wise or cross-wise
Bank to bank or down the stream
It’s easy to see something worth hiding from.
Into morning
Again.
Nary a wish birthed the sun.
(Source: gozerthegod)