In Thirty Days.

In thirty days I've seen the world turn in places tossing around my earlier wishes in disarray. 30-days of newfound expectations trampled under feet of feral machinations. The old man's hold on the new flesh tightens.

My Space.

Laying around waiting. I fear it ended without me.
Lovely time spending, a subtle amount of cash waiting.
I didn't want to let you see me playing around the tables, admiring the other gals in waiting. Where is it going if not into my pocket, the unused rubber melting? I don't think it is making any more sense than you expected.

Gals with mikes.

Simply watching gals with mikes. A female front, it punches. Greater beauty of sound, a delicate voice thunders. Gals with mikes.

Quietly sitting as you make me regret it.

I pleaded with you to take me forever. You didn't pretend you even wanted to. Leave me, if you see fit. I would not hold it against you. It'd be quicker to slice my throat and watch me fall. It's not much of a stretch to say, Taylor Swift has nothing on these romances!

High Profile

Arcane thoughts trouble some people, but it's not a reason to strike out at them.

New Year

New Year rising, slowly moving. Coming around the curve sliding. Many new things ahead. I am dragging. New Year rising with me in tow.