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
oh, the hills scatter into the darkness
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
3 Comments:
What's this? He writes?!? Glad to see it old friend.
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.
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