Adam Mead ~ Crystal River Mill, Homestead, Glen Arbor, Michigan

Adam Mead ~ Crystal River Mill, Homestead, Glen Arbor, Michigan

The plagues we wished upon ourselves
With aloe juice and cayenne
The planets we strained to reach
That was how being young tasted
Each of us a geode looking to be cracked open
And to crack each other open
Over and over
I am no longer young except to those who are older
In the way that youth moves along
The conveyor belt
At a consistent distance
I drink water now
I try to be gentle
The years crack you open enough

Geode by Alicia Jo Rabins

Happy Sunday.

On Your Porch by The Format

I was on your porch, the smoke sank into my skin so i came inside to be with you and we talked all night, about everything
We could imagine cause come the morning i’ll be gone and as our eyes start to close i turn to you and i let you know that i
Love you well my dad was sick and my mom she cared for him her love it nursed him back to life and me i ran, i couldn’t even
Look at him for fear i’d have to say goodbye and as i start to leave he grabs me by the shoulder and he tells me whats left
To lose, you’ve done enough and if you fail well then you fail but not to us ’cause these last three years, i know they’ve been
Hard but now its time to get out of the desert and into the sun even if it’s alone so now here i sit, in a hotel off of
Sunset my thoughts bounce off of sam’s guitar and thats the way its been, ever since we were kids but now, now we’ve got
Something to prove and i, i can see their eyes but tell me something, can they see mine cause whats left to lose, ive done
Enough and if i fail well then i fail but i gave it a shot and these last three years, i know they’ve been hard but now its
Time to get out of the desert and into the sun even if its alone i was on your porch last nite, the smoke it sank into my Skin