it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…
we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease
as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
darkness does not pass suddenly nor does the light surrounding it though her love was a shadow i reticently remember hints of a star
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
no matter how damned everything is i keep a flower in my coffin to remind myself that the sun still offers me something
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
i am my own ghost i am haunted
i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
sunlight makes love to the earth an orgasm of photosynthesis from the heat of their passion tulips are born
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
