The spine of a ‘d’ bends backwards, twists itself into the shape of an ‘e’; the ‘e’ curls over the ‘a’, which, comforted, exalted, bounces away as an ‘n’. If the tail of the ‘n’ stretches into the shape of an ‘s’, it is nothing more than a slip of the pen; to be expected.

heaven’s just a thin blue line

you were my lifeline
when the world was exploding 

what’s love, but what turns up in the dark? 

and they fought hard,
but somewhere fighting failed. 

We were worried about
your personal salvation. 

Once, we were careless kids on the fourth of July.
While we watched the fireworks, twenty years went by. 

(Source: goldminegoldmine)

Dig yourself a beautiful grave:
everything you could ever want. 

all that I want is a home

(Source: goldminegoldmine)

God, there are guns growing out of our bones.
God, every road takes us farther from home.