pedestrian
Sunday, Oct. 27, 2002 4:07 am
and it's been 10 hours drinking whiskey, a new day creeps over my hair blurred and heavy eyes and I can't get my mind off and I can't get my mind off sold of high speed promises or the trash strew windy alley ways that captured the lens focus, retina reversed it all sounds the same with the pre dawn time hour minus one. hours minus one. always leads you up to the weekends leave friday evening return sunday morning. and nothing to account for other then a new wrinkle across my face.
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004