oh, the hills scatter into the darkness
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
slugs
in yellow raincoats

the blue haze
of wet tobacco
lazing about

sat in the parlor
green whispering

about the sarsaparilla
we never tasted

hey,
i liked your band

i said

in my head

3 Comments:

At 9:57 PM, February 05, 2013, Blogger Jenny said...

What's this? He writes?!? Glad to see it old friend.

 
At 1:20 AM, March 07, 2015, Blogger Jenny said...

I find myself here again tonight, wandering your words. No explanations for the time warp. Funny how a California boy knows this wet northwestern world. Hoping all is good for you.

 
At 1:21 AM, March 07, 2015, Blogger Jenny said...

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