Riley

Your smile tells me prance, sat here in the lee, the fear of being danced , voices raise smart chit chat, all its ever been, places filled with chancers catch the gaze of nuance this is not new me, him with his faded flowers, he holds my hand and asks, is it lemonade or tea that keeps me balanced, behind him bean counters, point out rooms to party, smoke and look around, others drink from flasks, watch as i suffer quickly, just forget the past, can we go gome quietly ?

Our Cargo Party: Quiana

Our Cargo Party: Quiana: What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we kn...

Our Cargo Party: Quiana

Our Cargo Party: Quiana: What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we kn...

Our Cargo Party: Quiana

Our Cargo Party: Quiana: What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we kn...

Our Cargo Party: Quiana

Our Cargo Party: Quiana: What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we kn...

Our Cargo Party: Quiana

Our Cargo Party: Quiana: What dreams have we kept, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools bereft, leave us alone thank you, our skin might need soap, but we kn...

Our Cargo Party: Presley

Our Cargo Party: Presley: Who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, I find his eyes awake, dancing on thorns, he reads me and shakes, e...