As a songwriter, I sometimes have thoughts or ideas that wouldn't particularly make a good song. This is the outlet for that stuff...

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

From the 8th Floor Window

Late December has a pulse

A rhythm

A flow

Currents of Ugg boots, pea coats

Burberry scarves

Taxi cabs

Stop. Wait. Pull out. Wait.


Each one

A world

Searching for an orbit

Going different places


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