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Saturday, April 23, 2011

Tell the night I'm not sleeping


Painting by Rosson Crow  

There's a space in my mind's big bookshelves
Holds the place of an idiot's dream 
For the songs I'll never sing
Humming sweet summer guitar melodies

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Running wild

When I was young
And moving fast
Nothing slowed me down

A tiny piece of paper falls out of my desk drawer and suddenly I'm a hot mess. Wounds resurface, things get misty and time starts to blur.

Three big gulps, two red cheeks and one pounding head later, this weary soul has hit the sheets.

And the rest is history.

History. The past. Dead and gone. Not to be repeated.

It's time to take out the trash.