Some Old Lover’s Ghost

Oh, I long to talk to some old lover’s ghost, To learn a little bit of what it’s like to fly with angels, So in love you think you see Heaven. Oh, how I wish to see looks of love and malice- So twisted and rotten that I can no longer tell the difference- Hatred…

postcards from tilburg

You’ll find me by the canal, or perched on the balcony- Odd socks swinging four stories up, Or bare toes tracing water- een bier in my hand, just window shopping the world.  

oh, honey

Oh, honey, There’s no need to throw Your concern around like A balloon in the wind, Just constantly wafting around my head. I’m fine! I would not be so vain To write everything about me; And I would not be so Un-artful To only take inspiration from That which is closest to me.

clocks can tick away the days

Clocks can tick away the days but we’ll be too busy laughing away our years to watch the time. It can try to threaten us with an ending, but we know it will be happily ever after.