Dorothy Jane

I’ve watched you in the window as you spoke to the Man in the Moon
Wishing I had someone as interesting to talk to as you
With your light southern drawl and your innocent love
Of the simple things, small, private, and yours alone
If only I could be as close to you as the Man in the Moon
In the quiet things that no one ever knows
As we tell ourselves the tales of ordinary days
I dream of you with the Man in the Moon
Sitting together at night by your window
Sharing our stories, our thoughts and our dreams
Hoping that someone out there is listening to us

As we profess a love beyond ourselves

Into the night's sky, never to be forgotten

Opposite Lovers

I’m living from left to the right

Between the Heavens and Hell

Inside me, there’s a tornado

That could tear my world apart

I could be disassembled

Then put myself back together

But would any of that matter

If I were to lose my heart?

I dream of resolution

As if peace were mine to hold

I am longing for justice

Just to find my needs ignored

What is the opposite of love?

Could it be truly hatred?

Chances are I’m overthinking

Maybe you’ve just gotten bored

We are opposite lovers

Too far apart to be absolved

How could I know if I’d love your soul

Inside the body of another?

I don’t know who you are

I’m not a mystery to solve

But your absence leaves me cold

As I’m sure you’ll soon discover

Accountability

Why the hell is it so hard to hold murderers accountable for their actions?
Why are we so willing to do just about anything BUT hold murderers accountable?
We'll change names
And recast voice actors
And pull questionable episodes
And paint murals on streets
But we can't hold murderers accountable for their actions?

What the hell is wrong with us?

My Stepdad, The Wanna-Be Cop

My former stepdad was a police fanboy, but he never had the guts to follow through with it and go to the academy. To what should come as no surprise to anyone whatsoever, he was a shiftless, lying, cheating, financially irresponsible, racist thief who sexually assaulted several women and cheated on my mom the entire time they were married. And this fuck up thought he was qualified to be a cop.

Sadly... He probably was.

Radio Dreams: True Dreams of Wichita

True Dreams of Midwestern bliss

Lost among the flyover states

In the rare places where freaks like me gather in droves

Like the Beetopia from the Blind Melon video

I finally found a place where people like me exist

… except they don't

True dreams of Leavittsburg

I could never return and call that home

Because home was never a place I had been

Only the places I could imagine in my dreams

I never felt as if I were permanent

I was always just passing through

The people who are here today

Would be gone by next week

Nothing is permanent

Nothing is stable

Nothing gold ever stays

But neither does anything else

True Dreams of Youngstown

And I'm stuck with all I've got

Dreams come to die here

Chances are, I will, too

The only stability here is the inevitability of failure

That's why everyone tries to run away from Ohio

No one stays here because they want to

We stay here because we can't afford to go home, anymore

Except that Ohio was always home, I guess

Maybe that's why it never felt that way

True dreams of Wichita, and I have no concept of it

All I know are gray skies, football, and trailer parks

I've spent my entire life believing that I was just passing through

But Ohio won't let me leave you

Until it takes away ever last possible dream

I may ever have of Wichita