Send money for drugs.

(For me)

My head is exploding-

   My god,

   These magnolias are beautiful

   As they faint

   All over the ink-spill post-dawn

   With shadow women, flowers full-figured.

With what if’s and why not’s-

   Those eternal have not’s.

   Magnify me, darling.

   There’s not much left anymore,

   Our America

   Is burning in a trash can, again

(For Her)

She dragged me dignity and all,

Back through those treacherous thought tunnels

And onto magnificent magnolia mattresses.

   Fuck…

   It can be hard to adapt

   … and where

   Did I put

   My keys?

I keep losing

        What can’t be spared.

Maybe if I just did that on purpose.

(For us)

Doesn’t this morning taste a little different?

Like an evening colored with a still coming sun.

There’s light rising on the horizon,

And we’ll live through the highs and

   Lows.

Nick and Tom