I’ve have been acquitted or rather accused

of all the wrongs

where you are definitely right

this is a strange repetition of the event that happened around this time last year

and now you quit and it’s only fair

this jar is similar, but not the same, as the same one as last week

but the effect is similar, but not the same one as last week

Last year is like this year, except the weather is hotter and I didn’t notice the flowers

and there is a distinct lack of baseball

But there are blue hued fish tattoos, and enough day time drunks and nighttime hangovers to appease me for the summer

there was never brunch however, what a unique touch

But the sights and smells oh they stirred me

Dismissed, into the nether, a dog hair on my suit case

the loose shirt

that made its way

the interloper

and nothing happens she says on that faithful night

i just scratch myself and burp too much

and I’m a sponge for myself

But I would have done anything for you

and would do anything now

if only this wasn’t a strange repetition

In the beginning
We feel every feeling we want to feel
Cheeks grow sore
And our wants are fulfilled
By who we want the most
That incline has no peak
And we pinch ourselves to make sure it’s real
Because surely the vodka and the horror movies are false
The invention of modern movie magic

The end always begins somewhere
And every force has its equal
And the opposite
But somehow
That opposite always feels worse
With more booze comes a greater headache
And right now this hangover is enough to make me crazy