Thursday, November 6, 2014

Wooden Crimes

After reading little chain and clock ticks a lot and cat meows a lot I think I need a job to dig my nose into it……..I’ve been sniffing around a lot in the back of the woodshed where my mother kept antibiotics for dads treatments, I can’t stand walking around the arena anymore without the lights on
Like when you and I used to hang outside of the carriage house- two roses under the autumnal sun.  I think about the gifts you’ve made for me and I probably haven’t made any for you and I’m so sorry about that hoss.  I can’t believe my attitude like vinegar bottle of plastic column, rice patty of brick wall. 


I’m only a dreamer man, all I can really do is hang on.

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