eyes filled with wonder
the baby pulls at fingers
and probes with its mouth
the baby pulls at fingers
and probes with its mouth
|
return to home base
the first time that I relax waves of sweet relief I've a gig tonight
upstairs at a bar downtown a chance to be seen
when you're hitching rides
where you will end up going you just never know so many faces
over the course of the day... you look like someone a hole in my heart
that refuses to be filled abyss of true love it starts as a field
and by the end of the day becomes a city the humming ice truck
serves to keep me company ; it's all I can hear |
AuthorI like when things are Archives
June 2014
 |
RSS Feed