in this episode of my life
fade in. the old poet is typing. well that is not extraordinary but the lighting is really good and the makeup artist has removed all the wrinkles. the hair is a well constructed mess. the director yells ‘roll’ and the show is on. CUT. how did it feel to you. i mean did you feel it…
the symphonic sounds
of a paper shredder
you just cant play a sad song on a banjo
listening to willie. yeah nelson you know. when a street learned philosopher is singing truth you just sort of dance along and play the air instrument of your choice.
told me i was weird
(the voice in my head)
did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts
i dunno for sure but sometimes my memories are more real than the moment they were made. strange i know. but i just want to say to anyone reading this that i have my eye on you.
the winter desert blossoms