Alpha Kappa Fall of Troy the Movie Part Deux - Modern Baseball

Downstairs,

halfway dead,

Suckin down coffee from a black old fountain,

Is a home where you lay your head?

or where your fake swordfish is mounted?

Eyes-crossed,

habitually I would leave the room to read but surely

a tiny little pile of dark roast grounds where I once stood just enough there

to keep me safe

Rained-out, wrapped right up in our metaphorical overpriced ponchos,

endless rides home, circling the block for the whisper of a word we didn’t know

how to use in a sentence.

Saw you, went home, drank myself silly in the basement alone

and the spiders were showing off a sense of humor on the ceiling

spinning letters together

«I let me keep you safe».

Lost art,

lost boy,

watching a grown man drink to 11 to 11 a.(m)pire,

old joy, but everything is changing even faster than it was back

then you hold me it feels like I am finally closing my eyes after a year and a

half long day

and I am tired as hell and so close to you, know that you keep me safe.