And the pages are turning
books burning, engine’s churning
but whatever,
I’m still awake.
Monthly Archives: July 2015
across the bay
another rainy night
and there’s bright lights,
and fireworks
in the distance;
flashing, growing, disappearing
with a dull cannon thud,
and its getting cold out here alone
with you
did we ever think of anything new,
or did we just put it all together,
in a different way…
this time of night
the words drift and float
to the edge of the page
and a breeze crossed my mind
then left in a haze
these people
all these people
caught up in their crazy little worlds
and I’m one of them
chasing tails
following like sheep
we could never stop to weep
or contently fall asleep,
again;
and when we realise
the the funk we’re in
we’ll be back there,
my friend.