Window watching Whisper white snow Blowing — In whirls and twirls Onto a slick, wet road, Flowing — Mush, waiting, Dripping drops of slush Down a drain pipe grating. Window watching Whisper white snow Flying — Through the tangled,… Read More ›
He struck Like a machine gun Splattering the plates Across the floor. She sits wounded At the table Of a bloody Battlefield.
There was a moment When I was three feet away When a buddy-check Would have saved the day
I thought we were two through summer, though fall I felt your sting. I tried revival all winter, but I couldn’t survive a thing, and just when I thought blossoms arrived, the skies cried this spring.
I don’t live in the East I don’t live in the West I live in my head And it suits me best