High Heavens, and higher seas!

Stopped blogging for a bit. Stopped writing for a bit. My focus has been on living as of late. But every writer has to flex his writing muscles every now and again if he wants keep them working. So, heres a little something that I wrote last night in a frenzy of inspiration that lead to me writing seriously for the first time since I moved back to Missoula.

How do you think heaven tastes?

Heaven
and how I wondered
what your taste was.
Blood,
and its thickness,
didn’t mean much to me.
Stars,
they showed me
how little we all mean.
Smoke,
and how
it kept me afloat.

I’d die happily
just to know you.

I could never
take it all in,
spent my whole life
wondering
what to say.

The lights off,
and how I didn’t need them
on much lately.
People,
and how I didn’t need them
around much lately.
Whiskey,
and how it sang me
to bed lately.

I know Im not the boy
you wanted,
I couldn’t be good to you anyways.

I could never take it all in,
spent my whole life
wondering
bout heaven…
How it tastes.

Call me Captain

THE SEA IS CRASHING!
ITS CRASHING!
ITS CRASHING!

THE STORM IS RAGING!
OH, ITS A RAGING!!

and were haunted
and were haunted
and were haunted

I couldn’t stop the cannon shots
they boomed about
bombarding my brain,
drowning seemed to be
the only thing that could
quench my thirst

and then days are passing
the days are passing
the days are past

AND IM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP!
I’LL GO DOWN WITH THE DAMNED VESSEL!

and

the sea is crashing
but
Im alright.
Im alright.
Im alright.

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