Monthly Archives: June 2013


This time he’s gonna find another way

This time she’s gonna take it to the good ol’ days with no airs or graces

Only warm embraces we’re just two little street angels with dirty faces


Dreadful Songs About Summer

But we’re gonna start by
drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
sit talking up all night,
doing things we haven’t for a while,
a while yeah,
we’re smiling but we’re close to tears,
even after all these years,
we just now got the feeling that we’re meeting for the first time.


I grabbed the book from the center console. “How about I call you when I finish this?”
“But you don’t even have my number,” he said.
“I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.”
He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.”