[ heart of gold | stomach of bacon ]

(via smoke-cuddle-eat-repeat)

brightlightsloudnoises:

i finally got you into
a shot bar
and you said,
“i’ll have ONE”
and you ordered
something with
a creative name and
i got the same old thing
and on the stage,
10 yards in front of us
they set up
their
stuff
and this guy
with long hair
set up his cello
and to test his instrument

brightlightsloudnoises:

i’d rather drink
beer and coffee
than
sit by the pool with you

and when we go out to eat
my conversation
is poor
and you say i look
unhappy

i’m not unhappy

i just can’t wait
to wind up
next to you and your naked
body 
in front
of a piano and a bottle

with your tiny hands
grabbing
fistfuls of life

brightlightsloudnoises:

I’ve failed plenty

made my mistakes
and
taken my lumps

I’ve smiled
when it was inappropriate
and yelled
when I should have been
silent

I’ve done plenty
of ill-advised
things

but why am I telling
you

you know that

and
seeing you
was strange

it looks like
you are doing ok
tired but
ok

and
myself
I still drink too much
I have the same
short temper
and distaste
for most anything

but
I still
make eggs pretty well

come over
sometime

brightlightsloudnoises:

you thought I was making
up the fact that there
was a car called a
Nash Rambler
and somehow the disagreement
devolved into a shouting
match and I said things like,
“OF COURSE IT’S A FUCKING CAR LOOK
IT THE FUCK UP ON YOUR PHONE,”
and you said things like,
“NO, I’M NOT FALLING FOR YOUR

brightlightsloudnoises:

I miss you for 
some reason
the way you
laugh
in a 
freefall
eyes
too brown
lips too full
words
too
god
damn
mother
fucking
kind
and open arms
like something out
of
stainedglass
a
mirage
something finally
correct
after thousands of years
a
smile

kiss

whatever
you’ve
got

brightlightsloudnoises:

the thunderstorm
was impressive,
it shook trees,
bent yield sings,
blew garbage around;
all of that

and it filled my soul
up
like
i was at a gas station
for that sort of thing
and i finally understood
how some people
must feel when they
go to church

seeing
nature
use…

Than a Sunday spent in the arms of my beau watching moonrise kingdom.