She was my affair with Portland

and even though the morning afternoon and evening held sunshine sweet sunshine
oh lord the nights were demons in my belly
and i walked on creaky wooden floors
in my footsnuggies and sweatpants
wondering
wondering
where is my mind
where
is
my
mind


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One thought on “She was my affair with Portland

  1. My heaven was once lost
    cannot be had twice
    reaching…
    do I want that heaven?
    one time sustains the organ
    that cannot be gained
    by anyone but the ONE
    again.
    "what?" you say..u wannt take it away.
    No!
    Wait…
    Ok.
    No!
    Wait…
    Ok
    NO. Wait. Ill dip
    my finger one last try.
    Into that sweet, sweet heavenly pie.
    I taste
    I feast
    I'm sick to death
    I need peace
    Alone again
    it is for me

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