Love Song Auditions

Meet me halfway because I never tried to remember what I've forgotten until now.

I could tell you I've dated psychos but I think you already figured that out groovy.

All men look like boys in the face when they cum.

I have not yet received any emails about this.

That face. Put it on.

How difficult to find you even years later.

Is this about the time I visited D.C. and didn't see you.

Butter flattened popcorn.

Fifteen of us in a small bus.

Grew up streets of residential housing.

Different addictions obliquing themselves. Uncle Tom drunk over his turkey.

If we met because we met when we meet.

Stop boring me with muscle hair and bodies. I want something sensitive to anomaly.

For a living I listen to country music and I watch sports.

Someone who knows that inner star.

I realize that when people say men they mean straight men.

Around my hometown walls were turning yellow and gray.

Each time I went to Elizabethtown for french horn lessons I traveled the turnpike and I yearned for some outside noise to comfort me.

Wrap you in mailing envelopes.

And for me that means an extra day shopping and an extra day to be so cold because I am already on the road what would you like to tell me.

This mustard seed purr.

All the things I ever wanted were sent in the mail you are a large city you understand.