grandmas keys |
i must go now leave me the keys and i will be with you o go its time now and the seas will be applauding get on your white sea horse and by morning i will be with you at the corner of the page where t...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:13:00 GMT |
72 |
waiting for the 72 the cops just pulled onto so i watch it pass full of little hatching lambs with their books in their hands like sand they sit as frogs and buisness men freshly cracked from hot suga...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 04:08:00 GMT |
flourescent sky |
As the owl closes her eyes to the sun and leanstoward tomorow in her dreamspeople stir and clue to consciousnessascending to the pavement streamsThey glide outstreched aas if to desire regretlike its ...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 04:55:00 GMT |
birdy broken |
I cant reach the clouds but i can feel them movingThe station smells of brokennessIn the back of my mind i stare down to the room that was turningbut you were on some other wheel alreadyinside my hear...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 18:23:00 GMT |
