| Leave Just leave me to my job of making angels as fledglings fly without wings I scramble to keep spilled water on the table as you look jaw open throwing me single toilet paper squares like throwing pennies at a bum You think you're good? You think you're done? leaving me at Leonardwood without a fund? Beat you I would, If I could When this shit is done I'm coming back rotund -Erik Espinoza |
| (this poem dedicated to Angie DeMonte) Marksmanship My Love elaborated is the rifle range with windy cliches foggy, lusty haze my shaky nervous craze blinding, brilliant rays and time limits, that make me race so that even on my best days The Bullseye, I'll only trace -Erik Espinoza |
| Life Intangible Cotton candy in your mouth and relationships going south the sweetness never stays for long the pleasant fluff is never enough as soon as you have it, its gone |
| The Net I say I will but don't I'm sorry it was this it was that yes I still do, but i really don't safety net, safety net, please stand by I don't need you now maybe some night so standby for now and i'll keep you fed with false promises and lies |