Darlin’s arms are so hairy
Like the Sistine chapel in the 16th century
Darlin turned 16 on the 16th
But you wouldn’t know it by the way she’s been kissing anything over 18
And anything is a brick wall jumping
Doing nothing
Feeling something
While Darlin begins to learn numb
Dumb
And too young

Is it better to be lonely or loyal
My heart put on trial
An audience watching
Knowing the ending
Crystallized moaning
So many offers
And I stuck with you
A burdensome bandaid on a 30 year wound
A cold empty empty in a cold empty room
And I stay here waiting as I apologize to you

Bobbing
In the dark
Ocean at night
Heavy weight
Eye shine
Bouncy wave
Nighttime

Bricks on top of me
One by one
Click clack ting
My heart
Beat
Beat
…

She doesn’t know that she is the best parts
She doesn’t know what perfect means
A heart of gold and a red temper

A loud quiet in the country
The same birds making the same sounds
The same wind chimes banging around
The wind almost always never calms down
Waiting to hear your car on the gravel
The least lonely of the sounds
A quiet loud in the city
The jets whistle
While the cars hum
And a dog barks in the distance but not too much
Never alone in a place full of so many strangers

Lights off
Door closed
Head on desk