bibliophile indulgences. whiskey dive bar nights. lifeblood coffee. biscuits and ragamuffins. rockabilly Tejano wasteland. dicking around like it's going outta style, being the bad news bear.
I wanted my friends to drink more
and drive more, to jump better from bridges and get on
with the crossing over so I could miss them drunkenly, tenderly,
with off-key singing to bagpipes that show up at wakes
in these parts with the potato salad.
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.