I found a gorgeous view of the highway
On the way to independence,
Give this song breath,
I want life,
Most of all
I want heart.
It is about weekends
All about touch,
Innermost frailty and human.
It was a definin' moment
Not unlike streamin' consciousness,
River of headlights
Flow up hill
And north.
On the outskirts of a drenched town,
I never touch the ground.
Remember that smile?
That beamin' blindin' addiction
turned its back on the world.
She just...walked off.
"There is no life in your eyes."
there's somethin' special about these poems that I can't put my finger on thankfully, tough raw honest beautifuly observed...