Wounded
You leave me feeling
like a cigarette heartburn
on a scar-crossed heart.
You leave me feeling
like a cigarette heartburn
on a scar-crossed heart.
Learn from your mistakes.
Grow, change, evolve, but do not
forget history.
Springtime in the air,
the world rouses from slumber
and it gets BUSY.
Our childhood dragons
outgrow their stuffing and change
into adult dreams.
The curve of her frame
fits neatly into my hand;
it was made for it.
Oh, I wish my arms
were long enough, strong enough
to bridge the distance.
Still pinching pennies
and stretching every dollar,
trying to survive.
What’s a second chance?
After I make one mistake,
they ask me to leave.
How is the weather?
Did you catch the game last night?
Have you seen the news?
Ladies who love beards,
we are proud to announce the
petting zoo’s open.